[ WP ] The grass was always greener , wherever she walked .

The grass was always greener, wherever she walked. And Ophelia never stopped walking. Her parents first noticed their child was gifted as an infant. The vine outside her window had crept in, twining around her cradle one summer day, the leaves tickling her nose as she laughed. When she learned to crawl the flowers turned toward her, as if she were the sun. 
 
 
 Her mom started a garden, and let her wander among the rows. Their vegetables were always the biggest and the tastiest as the Farmers Market, their booth always sold out before 10. 
 
 
 On their way home Ophelia watched as they delivered half their crops to the food kitchen, telling her it was important to give back. She watched, her earth-colored eyes solemn. When they were n't paying attention she skipped to the back, hearing a withering call. It was their own meager garden behind the compound, plants struggling as they reached vainly for the sky. She walked among the rows, whispering encouragement. Twenty minutes later her parents found her, frantic about where she went. They breathed a sigh of relief when they saw her, as tomatoes bloomed under her touch. Ophelia smiled, knowing then what her purpose would be. 
 
 
 Over time others noticed. The trees bowed when she drew near, shifting to provide her with shade. Vines twined in her hair. And the flowers still followed her. But she was always helping, spreading her gift. Anyone who sought to keep her to themselves for a dark purpose soon realized she would not be stolen, was impossible to hide away. Her friends protected her. If she was locked up the plants around her rioted, for even stones crack under the determined fingers of seeking roots. 
 
 
 Once she reached adulthood she started out, bringing life with her where she went, making the world greener again. And the grass was always greener, wherever she walked.
