by Gemma M. Carrara
As I look in the distance at the gray of the sky I ask, where have all the leaves gone? The sun was just shining and the birds were singing their song. I heard a whisper amongst a sudden wind that touched my shoulder so gently. It made me look away for a brief moment in time. When I looked back the flowers were gone, the birds were silent, the clouds formed a wall of mystery that I do not understand. What does this all mean? Why am I standing here so confused when I was encircled in a rainbow of peace and serenity.
But then, I looked beyond the gate and saw a man and a woman holding hands. A child so sweet, in between them, skipping to every beat. Pointing to something in the sky .. I looked, and saw the answer I searched for. The light of the horizon was creeping through the darkness and grasping the call of the blossoming wind. For flowers need to reap and sow and then you will see the essence of its growth. For every drop of rain in the sky is a teardrop that will bring a new beginning to one’s breath.. The gray is not an everlasting moment. It is only a moment in time that precedes the path of the meaning of one's spirit, being, and the answers one will find.
[My name is Gemma and I have always enjoyed writing. Although it is not my profession it is still a part of my life. Since I was a child I would write short stories and poems. I still enjoy writing poetry. I became vegan back in October of 2007 and started a blog to share my experience with others and to help others learn how to become vegan. I also love to cook and creating recipes is a big part of my spare time. When I write poetry I am inspired in a moment. Your picture inspired me to write the above short story. It touched me as I read it and I hope the readers will find some meaning in It as well.]