Again the trees wondered what started all of this. They asked: "Why would the water try to punish them for their only right to exist?" To this the water responded "I have children in other places that I cannot see. They are growing dry from all your life and all your seeds need me. But I cannot share you with Sky, so stay away from me; for you keep leaving and changing all while holding things from me.
I just found out your hills for years have been keeping these away from me. There is nothing you can do to wipe the salt from my eyes, and until a river branches to touch them again, I care nothing for your lies."
So the animals that once slithered sunk and drowned. The crawlers and leapers in the trees shivered. And the winds hollowed--delivered on the ground a whistling and frailty, brittle with strange sounds.
The water pushed and pushed to try and break through the hardening of its almost solid form. It was able to move-- but it wanted to storm. It's movement was hindered, thick and slow enough to make one tree after another split, break, and tip. One after another, a tree in the forest did fall.
The birds flew before they hit the ground. They were the only thing living that could leave knowing--if the trees did make a sound.
Those trees left behind knew war was declared as the water was up to their necks. They gasped and they stood trembling with fear--holding their breath, while watching the water make trees fall to their death.
The water was cold and almost still, sprung up until it filled the bellies of the trees. The bellies burst, the bellies of the trees, and all, all that was left-- was but debris, brushed away like leaves.
From deep under the remaining number of trees stretched their roots and grew long enough for each to touch and the trees did embrace and count their rings. They locked one branch with another and braided each strong; to prepare themselves for the next time the river would bring a flood.
For now, the only thing created in this war was something anew, formed form an unlikely bond swamping called mud.
The trees searched and searched for others to help, but the closest trees were too far and could not hear. They could not see them any more for like River spoke, they had sunk below the hills.
The water went blind and divided itself into air. It was a power temporary pushed before it fizzled out its reign. The only time it could connect with other lands was in its relations with Sky called the Rain. As it did this the air grew cold and pushed and waved. It grew a new color, a bit of a haze, it grew pale and soft, white like the clouds.
The water could see through the shrouded eyes of this new dew formation due to the stars and the trees. As far as the winds could push the snow over the lands. The water could see its beginning and its plan working-- to drift to the sea where its children began-- and although separated; there could be hope again. So driven with much more faith the water did breathe and push once more again.
But, The trees did not loosen their grip under the land and they stood more lopsided with each day that spanned.
The sun did shine but its light did not bend, over the trees deformations and shadowed land. It took to the system, its kindred brethren and asked the Northern star what had become of this unbalanced land. The stars did speak and the sun drew a plan to make sure this would never ever in this lifetime happen again. But the night did come and the sun did leave. Coldness swept the forests with winds harsh to the breeze. Branches did fall and the trees…..some did crack. But they said: "the water would regret this coming attack."
The soil grew wet and it grew hard and cold. The water pushed the stones and minerals of the earth below. The twigs above snapped and broke and the water and the trees……seemed to make the same sound of winds waving themselves through leaves. Over the land water would sprout like a plant growing from dirt. But this was painful to the trees because this was not life and it hurt. One squirt of water would seep up from the earth and in another spot and in another spot the soil would bubble and pop-- then stop. The ground was unsteady and the mother river was not going to stop. With one more push the water did manage to reach the top of all the trees that turned over the earth and suffocated the water, not missing one single drop.
And this is what happened and the river does know now why it must run its course; for the trees are bound to topple the ground; and in so much soil a River drowns under their force. And although without water seen, trees can be found--pushing even a river under ground and living the same it is an abomination to the Fates.
So the next day came and the sun did wake
to find there was no River nor daughter lakes, due to the trees revolt,shaking up the world to Earth's first quake.
He pulled out his plan to make sure this would never happen again……having seen it before he knew this would stand
if he did not do-to-it what once happened to him; so the star of day came and walked right on-in to separate the two into four seasons that would follow his rotation and this was the plan he told the water that would allow for her to see her children again. He would stretch her veins through rivers with the seas known better as her ocean. He said this he learned from night in his day to establish a connection that would allow both to exist from the beginning until the end.
Reflection
I just found out your hills for years have been keeping these away from me. There is nothing you can do to wipe the salt from my eyes, and until a river branches to touch them again, I care nothing for your lies."
So the animals that once slithered sunk and drowned. The crawlers and leapers in the trees shivered. And the winds hollowed--delivered on the ground a whistling and frailty, brittle with strange sounds.
The water pushed and pushed to try and break through the hardening of its almost solid form. It was able to move-- but it wanted to storm. It's movement was hindered, thick and slow enough to make one tree after another split, break, and tip. One after another, a tree in the forest did fall.
The birds flew before they hit the ground. They were the only thing living that could leave knowing--if the trees did make a sound.
Those trees left behind knew war was declared as the water was up to their necks. They gasped and they stood trembling with fear--holding their breath, while watching the water make trees fall to their death.
The water was cold and almost still, sprung up until it filled the bellies of the trees. The bellies burst, the bellies of the trees, and all, all that was left-- was but debris, brushed away like leaves.
From deep under the remaining number of trees stretched their roots and grew long enough for each to touch and the trees did embrace and count their rings. They locked one branch with another and braided each strong; to prepare themselves for the next time the river would bring a flood.
For now, the only thing created in this war was something anew, formed form an unlikely bond swamping called mud.
The trees searched and searched for others to help, but the closest trees were too far and could not hear. They could not see them any more for like River spoke, they had sunk below the hills.
The water went blind and divided itself into air. It was a power temporary pushed before it fizzled out its reign. The only time it could connect with other lands was in its relations with Sky called the Rain. As it did this the air grew cold and pushed and waved. It grew a new color, a bit of a haze, it grew pale and soft, white like the clouds.
The water could see through the shrouded eyes of this new dew formation due to the stars and the trees. As far as the winds could push the snow over the lands. The water could see its beginning and its plan working-- to drift to the sea where its children began-- and although separated; there could be hope again. So driven with much more faith the water did breathe and push once more again.
But, The trees did not loosen their grip under the land and they stood more lopsided with each day that spanned.
The sun did shine but its light did not bend, over the trees deformations and shadowed land. It took to the system, its kindred brethren and asked the Northern star what had become of this unbalanced land. The stars did speak and the sun drew a plan to make sure this would never ever in this lifetime happen again. But the night did come and the sun did leave. Coldness swept the forests with winds harsh to the breeze. Branches did fall and the trees…..some did crack. But they said: "the water would regret this coming attack."
The soil grew wet and it grew hard and cold. The water pushed the stones and minerals of the earth below. The twigs above snapped and broke and the water and the trees……seemed to make the same sound of winds waving themselves through leaves. Over the land water would sprout like a plant growing from dirt. But this was painful to the trees because this was not life and it hurt. One squirt of water would seep up from the earth and in another spot and in another spot the soil would bubble and pop-- then stop. The ground was unsteady and the mother river was not going to stop. With one more push the water did manage to reach the top of all the trees that turned over the earth and suffocated the water, not missing one single drop.
And this is what happened and the river does know now why it must run its course; for the trees are bound to topple the ground; and in so much soil a River drowns under their force. And although without water seen, trees can be found--pushing even a river under ground and living the same it is an abomination to the Fates.
So the next day came and the sun did wake
to find there was no River nor daughter lakes, due to the trees revolt,shaking up the world to Earth's first quake.
He pulled out his plan to make sure this would never happen again……having seen it before he knew this would stand
if he did not do-to-it what once happened to him; so the star of day came and walked right on-in to separate the two into four seasons that would follow his rotation and this was the plan he told the water that would allow for her to see her children again. He would stretch her veins through rivers with the seas known better as her ocean. He said this he learned from night in his day to establish a connection that would allow both to exist from the beginning until the end.
Reflection
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