The Sun's Wish

[UnBaed 9015]

 

Across the land, booklets might be found–sharing a simple tale.

 

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Shining so bright and tender, she is golden in the broad of azure; The Sun.  Her rays of light brush over the land, fingers of gold sift through grassy meadows as if they were the hair of a lover.  The water of ponds and lakes dance to capture her image and draw her eye, and grieve with the rains as each droplet falls away from her position in the sky.

 

A day passed and The Sun was forming her cushion of clouds.  Yet she would not recline, and instead delicately summoned a single droplet to pass on one wish.

 

“I wish to see a mountain divided,” spoke The Sun.  

 

The Droplet’s bliss and awe melted into puzzlement and doubt, though he would never dream to sadden nor disappoint The Sun.  Yet, he still couldn’t understand how he could make her wish real; and so, he asked how a mere droplet as himself could ever pull off such a grand and impossible feat.

 

“You do not yet know of your strength,” her words were sweet and golden.  “All you need to do is run, as water does best.”

 

Uncertainty still filled The Droplet, though he heeded the directions provided to him.  He promised The Sun he would do all he could to make her happy, even if he still felt so lost.  He believed that if his love for her was true, it would guide him to the right path.  So she released him, and let the rains wash over the lands.

 

The Droplet could not shake away his uncertainty, yet he was driven.  For a while, he only drifted along and few others really heeded his message.  

 

Divide a mountain?  

................................We are but mere drops of water!

..............................................................................Why even bother to try, if we shall fail?

..................................................................................................................We are not meant for such grand things.

You are naive.....................................

It is impossible.......

 

From lake to lake, pond to pond, none would listen.  Cycles passed on, before The Droplet realized a horrible flaw in his journey.  If he could not even have faith, true faith, in his efforts–why should anyone else?  His words were weak as was his spirit; he shall do nothing but falter and fall into stagnancy as the cold depths should he continue to be so aimless.

 

As he fell with the next rains,the flashes of lightning and roars of thunder awoke his own spark and he chose a lake.  The Droplet, as all the others, would always mourn the time of rains–for they would fall so far away from The Sun’s light.  He believed they were always casted away, shunned–but how could that be, if she always drew them back into her sky?

 

Perhaps, The Droplet thought, she never intended to shun.

 

He contemplated the rush of air felt during each fall, and sought to chase the feeling even as he fell into the lake.  He raced about, ran and ran on–for it was what water did best.  The Droplet rushed about for hours, for he never wished to stop now, and found that others had taken to following him.  Before long, a current had formed.

 

Together, the waters began to carve the land.  It began with soft sands and soil, though they cut deeper and deeper through the passing cycles and found that even stones could be smoothed within their growing currents.  Rapids gradually sliced through rocks, and the water roared like the thunder that signaled for their rain.

 

When another cycle was set to pass, The Droplet was summoned to The Sun once again.  She was luminous and glimmering, an enchanting light.

 

“It has been many years, but you have found your way,” she said, her voice was melodious.

 

The Sun brushed aside the clouds, and revealed a split mountain to The Droplet.  A canyon had come to form, with a rapid river snaking and coursing through it.  It branched off from the lake The Droplet had chosen, in that cycle of rain ages ago.  His runlet had turned into a brook, and the brook into a stream, and that stream into a river.

 

“A small droplet, you may be,” uttered The Sun in a warm voice.  “But such means nothing of your potential.  Unified, you now see that you could do much more.”

 

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[Ireneically 249]

This is gorgeous writing 🥰