2nd story installment
ok, you thought the last one was sentimental? prepare to be be sugar-goober-smattered!
seriously though, i only thought of this and wrote it today. i blame the pms
Labrynth Layers, or Dreams in Spirals
A little snail was born in the pale winter sun. But when he grew into his shell, he preferred the moonlight. His Trails glittered beneath the moon. He crawled along in slow spirals, making lacy patterns on the ground.
One day, another snail came along and was amazed by his fantastic designs. "I would like nothing more than to join you" said the snail's new friend.
Together they painted a pattern that was soon twice as complex.
They worked though warm summer nights beneath magnolia trees.
Children came out during a full-moon twilight and exclaimed at the beauty that they saw.
A robin sang their praise.
Cicadas hummed in agreement.
Even the artistic spider came out of his web for a look.
The little snail had all he wanted. He was making beauty with the help and company of a friend.
Trees began to drop scarlet leaves across the snails' masterpiece. The snails were excited to see the brilliant colors now dotted though out their patterns.
After a while, the leaves became brown and covered the ground completely.
The snail crawled into the roots of a tree and went to sleep.
Throughout the winter, they huddled together and dreamed of their spirals. And what fantastic dreams they were!
Eventually, their dreams were interrupted by a rush of warm air. The air smelled of green wood and dandelions. Winter was over at last.
The little snail was overjoyed. Now he could paint on a fresh ground.
But his friend looked sad and said "we move slowly, and there is still so much to see. Aren't you tiered of circling the same patch of ground?"
The little snail watched as his friend left, leaving a straight trail, stretching as far as he could see.
The little snail continued to paint beneath the moon as he had seasons before.
The children, robin, cicadas and spider saw the loneliness in the little snail's wandering lines.
Little by little, the snail enjoyed his work again. Adding beauty to the world was still his greatest joy. But he never forgot his friend.
Many seasons passed and the patterns shifted. The little snail spent many more winters dreaming of spirals and his friend.
Spring came again. As always, the little snail could be found making patterns on fresh ground. He stopped part of the way through painting a shimmering circle, he was surprised to see another snail in the distance.
Soon he realized the snail was his old friend. He had never been so Happy!
"Did you see the world and come back to me?" asked the little snail.
"I saw a bit of the world" his friend replied, "but the world is so big. The more I see, the bigger it seems. I saw fantastic things, but nothing has been as beautiful as making patterns with you."
The two snails made their patterns together for the rest of their days.
The onlooking creatures now saw experience in the lines. But most of all they saw the joy that the two had in each other.
When it was their time to pass away, all either snail knew was that they were slowly making their way on a trail to the moon.
seriously though, i only thought of this and wrote it today. i blame the pms
Labrynth Layers, or Dreams in Spirals
A little snail was born in the pale winter sun. But when he grew into his shell, he preferred the moonlight. His Trails glittered beneath the moon. He crawled along in slow spirals, making lacy patterns on the ground.
One day, another snail came along and was amazed by his fantastic designs. "I would like nothing more than to join you" said the snail's new friend.
Together they painted a pattern that was soon twice as complex.
They worked though warm summer nights beneath magnolia trees.
Children came out during a full-moon twilight and exclaimed at the beauty that they saw.
A robin sang their praise.
Cicadas hummed in agreement.
Even the artistic spider came out of his web for a look.
The little snail had all he wanted. He was making beauty with the help and company of a friend.
Trees began to drop scarlet leaves across the snails' masterpiece. The snails were excited to see the brilliant colors now dotted though out their patterns.
After a while, the leaves became brown and covered the ground completely.
The snail crawled into the roots of a tree and went to sleep.
Throughout the winter, they huddled together and dreamed of their spirals. And what fantastic dreams they were!
Eventually, their dreams were interrupted by a rush of warm air. The air smelled of green wood and dandelions. Winter was over at last.
The little snail was overjoyed. Now he could paint on a fresh ground.
But his friend looked sad and said "we move slowly, and there is still so much to see. Aren't you tiered of circling the same patch of ground?"
The little snail watched as his friend left, leaving a straight trail, stretching as far as he could see.
The little snail continued to paint beneath the moon as he had seasons before.
The children, robin, cicadas and spider saw the loneliness in the little snail's wandering lines.
Little by little, the snail enjoyed his work again. Adding beauty to the world was still his greatest joy. But he never forgot his friend.
Many seasons passed and the patterns shifted. The little snail spent many more winters dreaming of spirals and his friend.
Spring came again. As always, the little snail could be found making patterns on fresh ground. He stopped part of the way through painting a shimmering circle, he was surprised to see another snail in the distance.
Soon he realized the snail was his old friend. He had never been so Happy!
"Did you see the world and come back to me?" asked the little snail.
"I saw a bit of the world" his friend replied, "but the world is so big. The more I see, the bigger it seems. I saw fantastic things, but nothing has been as beautiful as making patterns with you."
The two snails made their patterns together for the rest of their days.
The onlooking creatures now saw experience in the lines. But most of all they saw the joy that the two had in each other.
When it was their time to pass away, all either snail knew was that they were slowly making their way on a trail to the moon.