So i made this tiny story a while back to escape the stress of online schooling. I hope you like it :))
Thanks for any feedback!
Snow. Snow was everywhere. On the ground, in the sky and even the lakes were frozen. The wind, so cold and icy, filled with fresh falling snow flakes was howling through the dark night sky. For some the howling of the wind sounded like harsh whipping, maybe it even sounded like screaming to others. But to some the wind was singing, it wasn’t howling. Those who hear and understand the wind song know how sad it was. In the cold time of winter it only sang about its loneliness and about how it missed the birds, the blooming trees and the bugs. It missed them all, the blooming flowers mostly.
Oh how the wind wishes to be able to fly around the blooming flowers and carry their smell in the air and their pollen. It sang about the beauty of life, surely winter had its own life as well. But it was cruel and cold. Most animals left, the flowers weren’t blooming and it lacked the beauty of spring. The beauty of many lives living in harmony.
Deers dancing together in flower fields, carrying their waltz through the woods as well. The wolves with their cubs, the bunnies and hares with their own young. The bears finally wake up and claim the berry bushes as their own, the fish swimming lively through the rivers and finding their end in an otters stomach.
The bees buzzing around to collect nectar, bugs flying through the air and filling it with noise. The birds share the sky with the bugs, some big with sharp claws and beaks and some small with tiny feet and big round bodies.
Oh how the wind misses the wolves howls, singing their beautiful song. The wind missed carrying these songs for miles, singing along with them.
Now the wind was just carrying the frost, the prophecy of dying in the cold, the songs of snow were so quiet. One had to listen closely to hear the snow’s soft melody, of how it fell from the sky and to the ground. The snows melody was soft but the song of a raging storm filled with ice and snow was harsh.
The wind carried it, a song so cruel and dark. With the snow came the night, the wind loved the night. It was filled with so many stars, the moon and sometimes there were even shooting stars. A clear night sky was indeed beautiful, even at night life was dancing around. Owls were now claiming the sky along with the bats.
Tiny mice were running around on the search for food while the sly foxes were after them.
Surely life and death met each other all the time but together they performed this dance. A dance about their love, about life being cold and cruel and death being warm and welcoming, showing the living how one’s life can end and another can start.
A new life begins when another finds its end. Some go peacefully, they don’t feel anything and just fall into an eternal slumber. Others go painfully, dying of wounds, bleeding out and waiting for death to take them away from their cruel and gruesome ending but death does not take a life just like that. Every life has its own timer since their birth and when that timer hits zero, death comes and welcomes the dead into the afterlife.
Oh how the wind longs to see life and death dance around, to hear the songs from the living and the dead singing in harmony, creating the perfect music for them. The living crying for their dead loved ones, the dead singing to them, telling them soon they will be reunited.
Others weren’t crying, they were cheering for they had caught prey.
For they finished another chapter of their book, a book about one’s life that is daily being written into. Some of these books are thick, others are thin, some have hundreds of pages, some have only one. Life keeps all these books with them, all these books are connected in some way to each other. Be it hunter and prey, or mother and child or maybe siblings, they all are connected to each other. These books are life’s cruel circle, a circle of balance. If one book is missing the balance would be destroyed and the living would be in danger of vanishing.
Oh how the wind missed reading the books, sometimes helping writing them. Helping young chicks with a soft breeze to learn how to fly and claim the sky as their home. To help carry the pollen of flowers around, creating more flowers.
But now it can’t do that anymore. There was no life, only snow and storms. Raging storms, screaming and thrashing around, its tears turning to snow before they could hit the ground.
The wind carried its screams with them, the soft yet cruel melody of snow as well. Singing a song about missing life, being sick and tired of the cold.
The wind sang its sad song, its cry for life and death and their beautiful dance. For the animals and plants to sing with the wind and dance with it. They all were gone and only left the wind, carrying plagues. It carried death, but the death it knew very well was warm and welcoming. This one was cold and stoic.
This death didn’t even dance or had a partner, life, to sing and dance with it. This death was alone, sad and cold. It was like a void, pulling every bit of life and warmth desperately into themselves. Trying to feel the warmth as well, but it always failed. But it continued to consume all living, all dancing and sing, every drop of warmth till no one was left.
And the wind? The wind could only watch in horror as everything they love slowly vanished in front of them.
That was a long time ago, so long again that the bones of the once living were long dust and the earth was no longer futile.
No life could now be reborn.
The wind was now stuck forever carrying the storms screaming, the emptiness of what used to be lively woods and fields and the song of a cold death around will singing their own song. The wind sang everyday their sad song, the song about life and its greatness. The song about their loneliness, sadness and their memories.
Sometimes if you listen closely you may hear the wind trying to imitate the song of the birds and the flowers, why? So they can for a short moment believe they aren’t alone and everything is how it used to be. But each time they realize more and more how sad they are. But for the wind shall never die, it carries these songs of death, plagues and storms around while singing their own song.
A song about their memories, about the greatness of their past.
By Lil_fox_hood on the 28th of December 2020