All the animals came to her every day...
She was friendly to everyone.
She gave them all her love.
She gave them a new life.
Her alluring fullness got them back everytime.
They were inspired by the mere presence of her in their thoughts.
They expected her to be that way everytime they needed her...
...every time they visited, just to leave her soon.
Today sitting besides the Pond I realised that, for ages, she has been splashing against the Rock on her side - the only constant thing in her life. Could it be that all SHE wanted was to be taken by it; to quench the thirst it never had...?
Part of a vivid dream, expressed here.
