Peering through the unknown
When you told me that you have not decided yet if you are going to return I must admit it felt like the sunshine of my world that was keeping myself warm had disappeared between the clouds and a chilly breeze had swept across my world. The seeds that the sun had shone down upon and nurtured so effortlessly now were beginning to frost. I could see that the leaves of the rose, growing out of the concrete, had become a frigid white. At that moment, I wished I could reach up into my sky and pull away the dark covers of the clouds to return the warmth and the light that those seeds need to mature. As I reached toward the sky I paused, knowing that it wasn’t my breeze that could reveal the warmth of the sunshine again. No matter how hard I blew, they wouldn’t budge. It appeared that my sun, being as stubborn as it is, wanted to give up. The grasp of the clouds appeared to be to overwhelming to my sun and it now could barely been seen through the thickening clouds.
“Sunshine,” I yelled as I tilted my head skyward. “I can not do this alone. These clouds, which now are getting thicker and darker, will not move unless we both want them to.” I can not move them on my own, no matter how much I blow. It is almost as if the warmth of your rays are encompassing the clouds and holding them tight.
The sun’s view down upon me was now being distorted by the clouds. The rose, that when nurtured by the warmth of the sun shone so crimson and pure, now had become a dull grey. The rose was tainted. How could it possibly ever become as beautiful as it used to be?
“My wonderful sun,” I shouted in frustration. “How can you let go of something we have worked so hard for so easily? Could you not see how beautiful this place is? Even now, covered in frost, that rose is as beautiful as you are. This place will be beautiful until you stop shinning down upon it. I am sure that rose, as well as I, are happy as long as we can look through those hideous clouds and see that you are safe. But I do not think the rest of this world can survive.” I then proceeded to pause.
“Can you hear how faint the singing of the birds has become?” I pointed to the nest where the mother had been nurturing her babies. She needs the warmth of your light. Without your light, how can she find food?” And that tree where she resides, the one with the strong foundation. Do you not see how it leans so?”
I was now out of breath. I had become exhausted and the air chilled my bones. At that moment, lightning flashed and rain began to pour down. The clouds had now become murky, yet the pain I felt earlier had subsided. Each drop that fell upon my forehead traced its own path on my cheeks only to drip off and fall upon the once frosted crimson rose. As each drop hit the rose that grew from the concrete, its luster was returned further. At that moment, I knew my sun had made her choice. The wind gusted trying to uproot our precious flower but it would not budge. It had now become more beautiful than ever. I stood in awe as the petals opened to collect more of its life that was dripping of my cheeks as a rainbow began to form in the horizon.
“Sunshine,” I yelled as I tilted my head skyward. “I can not do this alone. These clouds, which now are getting thicker and darker, will not move unless we both want them to.” I can not move them on my own, no matter how much I blow. It is almost as if the warmth of your rays are encompassing the clouds and holding them tight.
The sun’s view down upon me was now being distorted by the clouds. The rose, that when nurtured by the warmth of the sun shone so crimson and pure, now had become a dull grey. The rose was tainted. How could it possibly ever become as beautiful as it used to be?
“My wonderful sun,” I shouted in frustration. “How can you let go of something we have worked so hard for so easily? Could you not see how beautiful this place is? Even now, covered in frost, that rose is as beautiful as you are. This place will be beautiful until you stop shinning down upon it. I am sure that rose, as well as I, are happy as long as we can look through those hideous clouds and see that you are safe. But I do not think the rest of this world can survive.” I then proceeded to pause.
“Can you hear how faint the singing of the birds has become?” I pointed to the nest where the mother had been nurturing her babies. She needs the warmth of your light. Without your light, how can she find food?” And that tree where she resides, the one with the strong foundation. Do you not see how it leans so?”
I was now out of breath. I had become exhausted and the air chilled my bones. At that moment, lightning flashed and rain began to pour down. The clouds had now become murky, yet the pain I felt earlier had subsided. Each drop that fell upon my forehead traced its own path on my cheeks only to drip off and fall upon the once frosted crimson rose. As each drop hit the rose that grew from the concrete, its luster was returned further. At that moment, I knew my sun had made her choice. The wind gusted trying to uproot our precious flower but it would not budge. It had now become more beautiful than ever. I stood in awe as the petals opened to collect more of its life that was dripping of my cheeks as a rainbow began to form in the horizon.