A/N : This story was more to showcase the song that the main character sings. It is meant to be beautiful in the respect of singing with teh sun rise and how one can feel when doing so.
He stood at the top of the hill, waiting silently. The darkness which had signaled the night was slowly being encroached upon by the now breaking dawn. He opened his lips and through them whistled a single beginning note. It cracked through the silence as even the birds were not singing the heralding of the morning. He smiled and then closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then, he began to sing quietly. His words were strange, different, but they slowly found purchase upon the air:
“How long have we waited,
To see the breaking dawn?
How long has it been since
The gentle light touched the earth?
Gently the sun also rises,
Spreading warmth to the land.
Slowly the dawn breaks
Orange red across the land.
As he sings, so does the dawn do so, oranges and reds pour over the horizon line, causing a shimmering affect upon the clouds there. The clouds yawn to accommodate the now rising sun. His voice picks up in speed only a little and he continues to sing:
“Only you have broken the silence,
As the morning comes to life,
The land all wake up to you,
Feeling all the glorious light,
I sing to my star of Morning!
I sing as it rises in the east!
Bid farewell to the Star that rules the night
And welcome the new morning.
The birds begin to wake and the flowers begin to open their buds and face towards the now rising sun in the east. The song of different birds begins to fill the air. Soon a cacophony of song reaches its crescendo as he continues to sing. This time though, he vocalizes as the sun rises further into the sky, bringing now a myriad of yellows into the sky and the faintest tinges of blue to rise as well. The sky blooms like a rose to the day; the petals, the clouds in the sky, the bud of the flower the very sun itself. His song soon continues minutes later:
“Thank you lords of the sky,
Thank you to the ladies of the dawn,
Another morning breaks in the sky
Because of your blessings upon us.
The rays reach down to us
Like fingers to caress our faces
To risen us from our slumber
And we welcome you into our lives
As well as into our homes
To welcome and waken our lives.
The boy continues in his vocalizes, now, each getting more and more powerful. The birds singing are singing almost the same tune he is as they begin to commingle their voices. His voice is powerful and surly someone is smiling upon him as the air begins to get warmer. The sky is now awash with color, the trees around him are greener than they usually are, and the flowers beneath him are open and turned towards the sun, feeling each and every gentle ray that shines down upon them. A gentle breeze flows through the small glade near where he sings.
“Thank you for this new day we see,
Thank you for the new things we shall experience.
We praise the dawn as we praise the day.
Lords and Ladies of the Dawn and Sky we praise thee
Sing do I of thee,
Sing I shall of thee,
Sing through all my days
Only your praise.
His vocalizes continue into the next refrain:
</i>“Blessed is this day that we have
The Dawn and Day which greets us.</i>
His tone changes then as he continues to sing, it takes up a more lyrical tone and no longer wishes to appease:
I laugh as you ride across the sky
Those cerulean skies of blue
Nothing hides itself from you.
For you blaze and you shine for us.
You greet us each morn as we greet you,
With smiling and bright faces.
You fill our days with bliss,
When we see your laughing eyes
We cannot help but to smile at you.
Obsidians golden are,
Washed in the sunbeams of purest joy.
Fill our lives dear sun,
With light and love this day,
Let your beams shine upon us all
As we show our live for this world.
The boy smiles at the last words and then clasps his hands together and finishes his vocalizes. At this, the sun has fully risen into the sky. He has been singing and vocalizing and feels a sense of calm about him. He smiles and then walks down the hill back to his home.
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Differing Worlds
Short StoryThese are little shorts. Pieces that have been cobbled together as it were as if they are a whole. They are not. they are dreams and visions of Different Worlds that could be, might be, have been.
