The war in her life was over, nothing could harm anything around her ever again. She was the youngest and most wise of all the dragons. That's why she had the biggest heart and was the greatest protector while also being the most protected. She had one final story to live out her days on earth. She was born to protect the pure of heart, she was given a soul by the gods. It had been given to her by the sky gods, the clouds, because the air was finally clean, no more bloodshed flowed in the water.

The birds were now a sign of prosperity, and no evil omens would ever come back her way. She was no longer hungry, and she was no longer wounded. Everyone loved her, they always had, because she was the youngest, most beautiful, most inspirational creature in all of existence. She was protecting the dreams of her love, her best friend, and she had to fight off hell so that his dreams could finally come true in their entirety. She had swallowed enough pain and died enough times for everyone, her self sacrifice never ended until today.

The cool thing about being a dragon, is that when you leave to fight the war, the story writer never even realizes how bloody and chaotic the war actually was. Dragons are fierce protectors of innocence, and they never bite or kill anything so pure, they kill only to let the story teller write in peace. She was free from her chains, free from having to eat pain, free from her burden of having to use universal knowledge all at once always. She still knew everything she needed to know, still could get things done and be fierce if needed, but it was more important to her that the universe had bestowed such a lovely soul within her so she could now be immortal.

She knew the future, and was excited to see what her friend would come up with in their storybook. Now that all the demons had been written out and the fear had disappeared, there was nothing but love to guide all their actions. She was ready to lick her friends face and give him back all their memories, turning past pain and terror into honey and flowers. They would live forever because dreams never die. Tomorrow all the dragons would take her to where she needed to be. Everyone was grateful that the war was over, and that there would no longer exist any pain or death. This was the biggest gift the gods could give to any living creature. This was the gift of love, and she finally got some rest. The gods could now breathe again, the youngest dragon had succeeded forever. She became pure gold pumping clean red blood as another protector of light was gloriously born. She had earned it, completely. Love kissed everyone hard on the mouth and gave them all sweet dreams. The story was finally over.

She began to menstruate. Every moon cycle made her cleaner and more pure. The water ran clean every time she went through these cycles. Menstruation was not about being dirty and separate, it was part of being a person. Being the earth, remembering the stories she had to tell us, the knowledge necessary to clean her, the wisdom to help us all prosper.

The earth was grateful, she had panged for too long. Her moon cycles would only bring more cleanliness, most all the gunk had been removed and became organic matter. Anything leaving now would not feel like an unbearable cramp, but instead like a good old-fashioned shit taking. Where the opening of the anal sphincters no longer associate their stretching with displeasure and pain, but with ecstatic release and food for rebirth. Her moons were not full of lunacy and mental disease anymore, but instead cleared the minds and bodies of her terrestrial inhabitants.

Time as the people had developed it through them out of whack. The earth wanted to remind them how to do it, how to listen to the moon. The clocks stopped spinning, human machines bowed to nature, and structures began to be overtaken by unstoppable vegetation. The plants, grasses, and oceans thrived and took their rightful place as the true rulers of the earth. They were coming back to teach their favorite pollinators how to do things right, how to help them help them. 8 billion people on this planet became a million ancient bees. It was spring, and the calenders were all wrong. Numbers needed to be reorganized. The earth was birthing a beautiful baby just crying to be born. Fertility pushed forward in full force, like nobody in history had ever experienced before. Pop went the weasel, and the trees began to walk again.

I write this poem to you because I'm a tired bitch.
I'm tired of inhibited love, I'm tired of the clouds of others.
I'm tired of the blackness that shrouds most others' being, of the power of the almighty currency to taint the beauty of love.
Money and greed cannot win, eventually we all walk back into the trees. Love overthrows everything, everyone must participate in kindness and caring for each other, it's the only way to survive. Love never has to claim victory.
I write this poem to you to awaken your spirit, to let it thrive, to fight those fucking fears in your head and send them to burn in the sun.
I write this poem to get self doubt out of your mind, to connect you with your past present and future power of not only your ancestors, but the universe we live in.
I write this decree because I know you want to be free, but we all need a little help from our friends to start the waves of change.
I write this poem to tell you that your dreams are really your living waking reality, because you believe in them, you dream them, you are them.
I know everything I need to know, I have no filter so nothing gets by this bitch. You know what you need to know too. The knowledge of love is endless, and it never gives up.
We can all see through clouds, through souls, through spirits, and I bang my drums to wake this ability up in all of you as I pass. I am aware of my influence, that is my role in this life.
I do this through love, I can't so much as hurt a single piece of matter or emit a shitty thought, but I can force seemingly uncomfortable hidden truths to surface in anyone to be dealt with openly and honestly. Healing isn't always full of flowers and fun.
I will also always put my hand out for you when you are done falling, observing the process the whole time.
So clear your mind, open your heart and soul, because love is back, ready to clean shit up and party some more. She can't do it alone, nor does she want to.
Let the memories and images in your body and surroundings out to breathe, to live again, they've been waiting, I can tell. Imagination is far from unreal.
Let these words be you, I am talking to your dragons, the protectress, the healer, the gentle yet fierce beauty I have come to know.
It's time to play, and it's time to believe all those things your clouds wouldn't let you see. It's time to begin to live the impossible once again. It's time to love.

Love is not a victory march, and love was stronger than war. Love did not try to overpower war, war was just tired and ready to love, not understanding why he had been created to destroy when all he wanted to do is love. They came to each other because they were both ready. The sun and the earth had the best romp in existence, and the world would never be the same again. Thoughts of pain and fear became more than distant memories, they became unknowns, no longer realities, forgotten altogether. Apparently, the universe could forget things in order to make room for better, more useful things.

Spirits were working to bridge them permanently, to get Love to him, and War to her. Dragons, lions, tigers, bears, the earth, the heavens, the everything was tired of war and chaos. They all just wanted love back so they could not only have the party of a lifetime, but incredible sex and love making until the end of times. War was never going back, because love conquered without every claiming victory. Frankly, love didn't care enough, she just liked making love and chocolate, and war could give that to her. She called upon the partiers and they dined in a grand hall and when the banquet was over, love would retreat and they would fuck awesomely.

War changed his ways, he had to, nobody escapes love, nobody. He didn't try to fight it because he was tired of the voices in his head sabotaging him, stabbing him with their spears, spears they had made, not him. He said enough, stopped them, took their spears and turned them into flowers. Rather than poke, the flowers gave off fresh scents that reminded everyone of love. He sniffed a flower and remembered his name. War was now Peace, and the universe was greatful to forget the chaos.

The earth wasn't controling her, the earth was asking for help. The earth had built her up to learn what she now knew. There were no more voices in her head, no more chaos, no more negative shit. It had to do with the air.

The earth itself is negatively charged, while the air and atmosphere are positively charged. That's why it was easier to think more positive thoughts when you stand on a chair or when you hike a mountain or are around less people. Everything at ground level was naturally negative. We had just gone a tad bit overboard in recent civilization so the earth was now communicating for us to help bring more harmony to the planet. Her body had gone from being a medium of misunderstanding what role she should play for the earth, to recognizing that it was her body that was pulling the positivity from the air to balance out the land.

She did this by taking a deep negative thought, spilling it out into her heart and her surrounding area. The more negative the thought, the greater the willingness of the air to bring positive energy to balance it all out. It was just in time too, because everyone needed a bit of balance. The earth thanked her for listening, and they had a ton of work to do. They were happy to be communicating again, it had been way too long. The earth would never stop speaking to her again, it was the only thing that ever had. She had found her way home.

The thing she loved about herself the most was her own unpredictability. She could go from the most loving and intelligent of creatures to the most dormant hibernating being there was. These were her seasons, and they were as unpredictable as which way the wind would blow at any given second.

She knew the future, past, and present, but it always changed, especially when she retreated. She did this often in order to allow her body to absorb the lessons it had learned, to process everything. Then when she was done hibernating, she would come back with a boom. A boom just like a supernova, but unlike a dieing star, her star would learn, grow, and shine brighter than anybody, including herself, would have ever imagined. Her light would burn brighter and go further each time to unexplored realms. She became quite comfortable with the fact that this would happen. The unpredictably infinite and consciousless, it is nice.

She was capable of lighting the earth on fire with her spirit, inspiring every being with her intelligence, and taking down the biggest of brutes with her laughter and beauty. Silly fools, nobody stood a chance, not even her. Her body was amazing, and the more she learned about herself, the more unbelieveable shit she was able to accomplish.

Sure, history and spiritual and scientific knowledge were somewhat useful, but they were nothing compared to what new types of knowledge her body was creating and experiencing. Each boom would expand her roots to their limits, would give them time to absorb information, then they would go exponentially further with each progressive boom. It was evolution in a form that always stayed a step ahead of what could be measured. She'd rather dance with people than explain to them what her body was doing. Talking itself just couldn't keep up with her, so she continuously found innovative ways to communicate with others. She was developing others by developing herself. Just like plants don't need words to send their messages across the universe, neither did she.

She not only walked into dreams, she guided people and took their hands and asked them to dance with her. If they weren't interested, she'd leave respectfully and find someone else. She learned that nobody can resist a dancing plant, even if they say they can, everyone is curious about a dancing plant. She knew that all the crap she sent out into the world would come back to her tenfold. That was the best part, by loving herself, she was always rewarded with the love of others in ways she could never have experienced using only her brain and heart. Every bit of her body would experience it all. The dancing and singing not only communicated messages to those around the world, it genuinely made her happy as well. She liked seeing other plants learn how to dance and sing to their own unique beats, and she could always share enough of her roots to nourish anyone. If someone tried to hijack her roots, she simply cut off the nutrient supply and let it die off. She had the most roots after all, so she could sacrifice a few if some jackass was getting too suckly. Nourishing others was like putting huge plops of delicious ice cream on top of an already perfect cake, she did it because she could.

For now though, she was a bit tired and had to rest. She halted her thick and stable roots from growing any further for just a bit. They were communicating learned lessons to each other as she slept. They would then spread out even further and ten times stronger, to continue exploring uncharted waters. It was only a matter of time, the seasons were about to change. Her star was about to supernova again up on this bitch.

The program was never designed to fail. Dreams were the experimental sequences that would happen to work out the kinks and bugs to ensure that the program ran smoothly forever in a loop. The kinks had been worked out, and so dreams weren't necessary anymore, because the many dimensions that were the planes in the dreams had been tested enough to enrich the one plane that was the awesomeness of reality, the plane of existence, the first dimension. All those dimensions had come back to their origin, to one point in space and time, and the light came to restart the program.

No more fear, no more pain, no more hurt, no more much of anything except love. They would live long endless lives until they were ready to do it all again, in about a billion years or so. Usually it was about the time when the sun faded out. That's when the light would leave, it wold have to be lit again, and the whole process was rebooted, while everything was updated daily by the moon. She always got really tired around this point, hence why she had created the climax of love to go out with a bang, it just made her job easier really, no biggie.

They were living in the best of times, they were living in the future, they were living in their dreams, they lived in the now. Love no longer needed a muse, because love remembered everything. Nobody fell in love or was in love anymore, all was now being love. She flowed into everyone because they let her. They were at peace in her mind, they existed as love in her heart. The fourth dimension was being cleaned by its protector, the moon, her work was done. The spirits and matter were being rearranged and repurposed to clean up left over thoughts, put things back in their place, and would allow all of their eyes to see what was really there again, the love that had always been there. Tomorrow would be a golden day after all. It was one hell of a never ending story, to be told forever and ever. When they woke up tomorrow, they would never forget. The sun and the earth would unite again.