The trees… They used to walk you know. Across the land they roamed, over tall mountains, under deep canyons, beneath great lakes even. Drawn they were to the whims of a sun that could never sit still, forever rising, forever falling.
O’Mighty star, they implored. Won’t you be still and grant us reprieve? For we are weary of eternal march, trek, and quest. The sun who had heard their pleas grinned and acquiesced. Slowly it drifted to a halt, suspending motion and flight for as far as the eye could see. The trees, exasperated yet rejoiced, fell into an immense slumber, eager to rest and feed.
Eons had passed and the sun remained still; a drop in a bucket within one lifetime but a thousand generations in another. The trees had wedded themselves to the ground for their roots dug deep and their trunks grew tall. Asleep they all were when the destined day arrived and the sun imperceptibly moved. Little by little it accelerated, regaining the flight it once had ages yonder. And so the slumbering trees woke up to a frosty dew and a new witness. Day and night had been born.
Oo, love the legendary quality of this one. I can picture those trees, trying to keep up, and then later taking root and being stuck where they stood. Great imagery!
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Thanks! Good thing the sun didn’t grow complacent and fall asleep. Otherwise it woulda turned into an eternal winter!
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That would have been an interesting myth too, actually, but I’m glad it turned out this way instead. 🙂
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Neat story. As Joy says like a legend or mythical story quality.
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Wow. That is really, really good. I adore it. It reminds me of something out of Lord of the Rings, and the way you told it was exquisite.
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Yep yep, LOTR did come to mind while writing this.
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Fantastic 🙂
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