Gentle winds blew making the reeds shudder. They came to warn of a storm to come. “Lovely reeds you dance in our breeze; a storm will come you must warn the trees” On the other side of the land, the oak trees stood. Far, they could not hear the warning of the gentle winds. “Gentle breeze, help us warn the trees; the song we sing must reach their leaves” Gentle winds blew making the reeds whistle. Notes carried across the land, melodies meant to warn of a storm to come. “Hear the reeds sing among our leaves; this warning we hear, let us heed” Roots spread deeper into the soil. Hearth tightly clinging, the earth embraced the trees tightly to her bosom and spoke, “Fear not trees, I will cling to thee. Together we will face the raging storm”
Posted on: Tue, 09 Jul 2013 02:47:09 +0000
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