I Told The Stars About You

Prologue

Nature listens.

It listens to your words, taking in your breath. Each aspect has a different voice. Trees grumble, grass hums, clouds vary in volume, and the stars whisper.

The stars are the hardest to hear, but always the ones with the best advice. They carry their messages on the wings of the wind to run through your hair. Whispering into your ears what you need to hear, not what you want to hear. However, they do not force you to listen, like lightning's stern yell or thunder's antagonizing clap. They are patient, the stars.

But they require patience.

They will not give you the answers you need at once. They have their own pacing of things. You must be diligent, coming back every night to see what the stars have to say.

Listen to the moon, her words guide the stars' intelligence. She will have a different message depending on the night, what phase she's in. Listen to the tides, the moon is their mother.

Nature listens, should you choose to speak.

Nature speaks, should you choose to listen.

I listened. Oh, how I listened. I was their student. Mentored by the stars. It sounds like something out of a fairytale. The glittering bodies of heat and light blazing above us, eternal wisdom trapped in their elements. They have outlived most of us, why do people never listen?

After all, the stars never forget. I don't think I would ever tell the stars about someone. My mentors would keep that name in their body forever, until they die.

Only someone very special would earn my mentors' knowledge of them from me. After all, it would take one exquisite person to say;

"I told the stars about you."