floating

2006/09/15

green

The scorching sun sends its rays to destroy. It finds an oblivion glass thrown away by some indifferent drunk. The glass beautiful all sure in green is laying on the meadow, or so it appears to the sun this is why it wants to surround it with warmth of its powerful rays. They both can feel the heath, they enjoy it, but they forget about the world. And suddenly it is too late. Together they created a fire that was burning down their supposedly indestructible meadow.
A miracle followed the glass started crying the tears so immense like it wanted to let go all the pain he never could and only now it was given a chance to cry and the fire around it was ceasing. Sun witnessing such powerful emotion it began an act of tears as well. And together they cried to demolish the sin they created. The fire was gone in a second as a village hit by a nuclear bomb.
The tears stopped.
To remind them of the calamity there was burned down meadow, nothingness, the only thing with value were the memories and the hope and the will.
Hope that the meadow can grow on this sorry soil again and will to nurture it.
Under the power of hope one could see little bits of grass appearing on the black.
And once black will someday become green.

Did you know that ashes work like fertilizers?

posted by calamity @ 9/15/2006 08:47:00 am

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