The kid who loved to wander

There used to be a kid, Ambrosia, who loved to wander. Often she'd get lost, only to find herself treading unknown territory, amidst strangers. Funny it was for she had only found love when the strangers welcomed her. Years went by and she had visited every territory there was to tread and none had been hostile. She wondered why she was showered with so much love when all that she was, was just a stranger. She could have entered with evil intent but she'd never been treated a stranger. The warmth of the hearth was all that she received. In search of a hostile territory, Ambrosia found herself growing up. The more she grew, the richer her travels had become. A little girl who was amidst the farms was now in the heart of cities. Hostility had finally struck her. She had never felt less human before. As she sat by the roads wondering why she had left the fields, she realized that it was the lights that drew her. Having heard tales of the city that never sleeps, the passion grew dark in her heart. The city that never sleeps turned out to be the coldest. All the warmth that was had died out in the light while the fields that lay dark in the night were the warmest. It stuck Ambrosia then that all she ever wanted was warmth and not light. How mature she became when she realized that light meant no warmth but warmth always meant light. Richer the travels had become but poorer the experiences. The innocence was finally lost. As the days grew lighter, the fields welcomed her like they always did. She was once again a child. Lost in the fields was she and lost in the sky was her mind. The wandering soul had finally reached civilization again. With fear in her heart, she decided to turn. Lost in the fields, she went in search of light. The city had finally consumed her.