The Song Of Wind

 THE SONG IN THE WIND

THE EMPTY WALK

The breeze was cold on his face as he walk along the road, the sun was just above the horizon setting after a hectic day of kissing the wet ground to dry. He never feel the cold breeze that kiss his skin, or the setting sun that flicker on the peripheral of his vision. His mind was blank, even his troubles are in a distant land as he walk. His eyes were just glazing like a glass that reflect everything without seeing anything. He walk on not bothering to look at the beauty of nature, he walk on not wondering how the birds chirping on the trees above are calling on the heaven for help. He walk on not caring about the lilies or the sunflower blooming like the start of a new life without sin.

ADA'S QUESTION

Why is the world full of hate, diseases and death? Those are the questions on the lips of Ada as she sat down on a bed of soft grass, gazing at the top of the mountain as the sun set. She watched the birds as they flocked back and forth, and she wondered if she could fly one day and never look back, but then she knew every species has their own problem and no matter how life hits you, you can never be the only one facing a challenge. She sighed, knowing other people are worse off than her, but still she wanted a better world — a world without diseases and death. She wanted a world where everyone can live peacefully and be their neighbor's keeper. She desired change in a positive way, just like it was in the Bible, where there is a paradise where everyone can live peacefully with love — she wanted that on earth, she wanted that in this present life. A trickle of tears slid down her cheek as she imagined her desire coming true. She looked deep in her mind and carved that perfect world with no fault or any blemish, and she closed her eyes imagining living in a world of no pain.

THE INTERRUPTION

Ada felt a sticky splat on her forehead and she used her hand to touch it — it was sticky like a cream between two fingers. With her eyes closed, she brought it to her nose and sniffed. "Haa," she gagged as the smell hit her.

She opened her eyes, scanning the skies, and saw the birds fleeing from her. But it turned its head and clicked its beak twice, as if to say, "I finally got you."

THE SONG

She started singing:

Verse 1

I want a world with no pain or death

The world is large, and can accommodate us all

The earth is fertile, and can feed us all

Look at the sky, it’s above all of us

It covers you and me, and still there is more

Chorus

So why are we fighting for a piece of land?

Why not we all live in peace and harmony?

Can’t we all fight poverty?

Can’t we all fight diseases?

Why must we fight amongst humans

When we could be helping each other?

Verse 2

I want a world with no pain or death

The world is large and can accommodate us all

No more tears falling on empty roads

No more hearts that have forgotten how to hope

Let the wind carry this song to every soul

Bridge

The same sun that warms your face warms mine

The same sky that holds the birds holds us too

If we opened our hands instead of our fists

We could build the paradise we dream of

Final Chorus

I want a world with no pain or death

The world is large, and can accommodate us all

Let’s live in peace and harmony

Fight poverty, fight disease together

No more fighting amongst humans

Only helping one another

Outro

I want a world with no pain or death…

The world is large…

And it can hold us all.

THE ECHO

The wind finally brought her voice to the hearing of the man, and that stopped him in his tracks. He slowed down, cupping his hand over his ear to listen to the voice. He knew he must find the person who was singing the song — it was like his problems were just in the song, and he wanted to talk to the person and see if he could unload his burden. He turned his head from right to left, trying to get the direction the voice was coming from, but then something happened, and he could only hear the echoes.

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