The Cloud and the Flower
A barren land with a single, lonely flower.
The morning dewdrops sit so silently as the sun peaks above the edge.
As lonely as the flower is, its beauty surpasses the beauty of all things.
To see its pain, to hear its cries makes it all the more beautiful.
As the sun continues to rise, the dew dries and the flower becomes exposed.
Exposed for the entire world to see, only no one is there. No animal, man or even blade of grass.
The cries of the flower can be heard across the land but still it sits alone.
“Who will shield me from the scorching sun?” Wails the suffering flower.
No One!
Until, a glorious cloud, with colors of night, slowly makes its way across the vast sky. Sits, hovering above the land waiting, waiting for that precise moment. It has been so long that this cloud has been above this land, it’s done so much to deserve nothing. “ Should I release and give life to this land?” Wonders the bitter cloud.
That is when the cries of the innocent can be heard, the praise and the prays are lifted up. The heart of the cloud breaks with sadness and it gives way.
Life to the hopeless!
The morning dewdrops sit so silently as the sun peaks above the edge.
As lonely as the flower is, its beauty surpasses the beauty of all things.
To see its pain, to hear its cries makes it all the more beautiful.
As the sun continues to rise, the dew dries and the flower becomes exposed.
Exposed for the entire world to see, only no one is there. No animal, man or even blade of grass.
The cries of the flower can be heard across the land but still it sits alone.
“Who will shield me from the scorching sun?” Wails the suffering flower.
No One!
Until, a glorious cloud, with colors of night, slowly makes its way across the vast sky. Sits, hovering above the land waiting, waiting for that precise moment. It has been so long that this cloud has been above this land, it’s done so much to deserve nothing. “ Should I release and give life to this land?” Wonders the bitter cloud.
That is when the cries of the innocent can be heard, the praise and the prays are lifted up. The heart of the cloud breaks with sadness and it gives way.
Life to the hopeless!