Christopher Garrard
Stories (2/0)
Lesson for a Marigold
There he rise, Ra, god of the sun, awoken from his slumber once more as he peaks over the peaks of the skyline. The sky is aflame, causing the nights sky to dissipate into the void, while patiently waiting to return once the sun god has provided his light and life to his children below. His shimmering rays delicately kissing the landscape with a glistening tender touch, illuminating layers upon layers of beauty on the horizon. The warm ember glow removing the shadows of darkness as mother earths vail is lifted to reveal the great colours and beauty of the world. As he begins to tower above the craggy peaks of the mountains, his gaze sweeps the valley like a falcon effortlessly gliding across the landscape, devouring darkness as if it were an orchestra of crickets. The rapturous choir of life is awoken as the eyes of Ra look on, with the crisp whistling of the wind perfectly harmonising with serene songs of the singing birds. The more the eye of Ra see’s the more he can touch, the more he can provide, the more that can shine. For it is not just he that shines, but those that he shines upon.
By Christopher Garrard3 years ago in Fiction