The Beauty of Creation

„Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky.” - Koa sang a song. The young Apache guy watched this spectacle from his small village inthe southwestern part of the USA. His eyes widened in awe at the beauty of the natural world around him. Koa was always drawn to the beauty of nature, from the stars in the sky to the plants on the ground. He was a honest young hero, someone who was not afraid to be different, and always stood up for what he believed in.

One night, while Koa was admiring the orange-purple mix dressed dancing clouds, he noticed a shooting star that anded just beyond the mountains. Without thinking, Koa grabbed his trusty bow and arrow and set off on a journey to find the shooting star. He just felt must to go. Taveled for days through the ough terrain until he finally reached the spot where the star had landed. To his surprise, he discovered a mystical field, was named it"Rulesland". This kingdom was a world unlike any other. The people who lived there had no emotions. They followed only rules, laws, and regulations. There was no art, no music, no literature. There was only leads the cold logic of the law and hard work. Koa was appalled by this. For him, art was the essence of life, and he knew that he had to do something to bring it to the people of Rulesland. They had no idea what beauty and feels meant.

As he wanted it Koa was soon taken to the King of Rulesland. The King was a man of great power and authority, but he was also emotionless. Koa introduced himself and began to explain the beauty of nature to the King. He described the colors of the sky at sunset, the sound of the wind through the trees, and the feeling of the grass beneath his feet. Koa spoke magically and poetically, and the King began to feel something that he had never felt before - he melt in ochean of happiness. This was the first emotion that had ever been felt on Rulesland.

The King was confused and didn't know what to do with it. Koa said to him: "Dear my king, what do you feel now, this is the most important of all emotion: the happiness, follow it more tousands and million differents. Koa knew that he had to act fast before the feeling disappeared. He suggested that they explore the natural world and discover the beauty of art. The King agreed, and they set off on a journey together.

They traveled through the lush forests and rolling hills, Koa showed the King the beauty of the world around him. They stopped at a lake, and Koa showed the King how to skip stones. They walked through fields of wildflowers, and Koa taught the King how to make a flower crown to his dear. They even climbed to the top of a mountain and watched the sunrise The King was amazed by the beauty that surrounded him, in a row he discovered a million waves of emotions. He wanted to bring it back to Rulesland.

„How can I convey all this to people so that they too can experience what it means feels like?”

Koa responded: "On way of Arts. All type real art are like some kind of alarm for sleeping souls: they will loves doing and enjoy, then they will got the richness in emotional world.”

He decided that he wanted to change things on his empire and see happy people who had a sense of different arts, then they can feel love and give help to each other; live like one community and not just a simple population. They started with music, and soon there were musicians on every corner of the streets. Then they moved on to drawing, and soon the walls of the city were covered in beautiful paintings. Koa helped the King to create art objects that were inspired by the beauty of nature. They made sculptures out of stones, created mosaics out of flower petals, and even made jewelry out of leaves. The people of Rulesland became lovers of nature, and they changed their technical orientation to harmonious life. One great day King even changed the name of the kingdom to "Beautyland."

Just when everything seemed to be going well, a tragic event occurred. The King's daughter, who was the person he most truly loved, the fate has taken from him.He discovered a whole new feeling: the immense and endless mourning. He fell into a deep despair, and all of the joy and happiness he had found vanished. Koa knew that he had to act fast to restore the King's enthusiasm. Koa took the King to a field of sunflowers, and they sat among the towering plants as the bright, warm sun beat down on their skin. The King sat with his head in his hands, tears streaming down his face. Koa sat silently beside him, waiting for the King to speak.

"I thought I had found happiness," the King finally said. "I just thought that by bringing art and beauty to my people, I could finally feel something wonderful. But now, see, everything feels empty again. What's the point of beauty if it can be taken away so easily?"

Koa placed a gentle hand on the King's shoulder. "Beauty isn't about having something forever," he said softly. "It's about experiencing something that makes life worth living. The memory of that experience will stay with you, even if the thing itself is gone."

The King looked up at Koa, his eyes filled with sorrow. "But what good is a memory if it just reminds you of what you've lost?"

Koa leaned back against a sunflower, gazing up at the bright blue sky. "Memories can be bittersweet, even terribles, it's true," he said. "But they also give us something to hold onto. Something to keep us going. And the beauty of the natural world is always here for us to find again, even in the darkest of times.The pain of mourning is another petal on the flower of the wonders of the world. Without it, the created miracle would not be complete. It is undoubtedly difficult, but it has to be experienced because later we can be more better, stronger than today."

The King sighed heavily, wiping his tears away with the back of his hand. "I want to believe that," he said. "But it's hard to see the beauty in anything right now."

Koa looked at the King with a knowing expression. "It's okay to feel sad," he said. "But don't let that sadness consume you. Remember all of the beauty you've experienced, and hold onto it tightly. It will guide you through the darkness."

The King nodded slowly, and the two of them sat in silence for a while longer, basking in the warmth of the sun and the beauty of the sunflowers. Eventually, the King stood up, wiping the dirt from his pants. "You're a wise young man, Koa," he said. "I'm grateful to have you here with me."

Koa smiled, standing up as well. "I'm happy to help," he said. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

The King thought for a moment before nodding decisively. "Yes, there is," he said. "I want to see more of this planet's beauty. I want to experience from different emotions in all its forms, even if it hurts sometimes. Will you help me with that?"

Koa grinned widely. "Of course," he said. "I would be honored to show you everything I know."

And so, the two of them set off once again, exploring the nooks and crannies of Beautyland in search of its hidden gems. They discovered hidden waterfalls, vibrant fields of wildflowers, and towering mountains that reached up to the clouds. The King reveled in the beauty of it all, but he also learned to appreciate the impermanence of it. He knew that every moment was precious, and that it was up to him to savor every last drop of joy. As they explored, Koa also began to teach the people of Beautyland about the importance of art and creativity. He held workshops where people could learn to paint, play music, and write poetry, to understand their emotions and seeand feel the others. He encouraged people to find their own unique form of expression, and soon, the city was filled with a vibrant energy that had never existed before.

The King watched in awe as his people discovered their own creativity. He saw that they were truly happy for the first time, and he felt a sense of pride that he had been able to help them find it. But he knew that there was still more work to be done. The people of Beautyland had only just begun to scratch the surface of their creativity, and the King knew that there were many more things they could achieve if they continued to explore the their real world. He sat in his palace, deep in thought, trying to come up with a way to inspire his people even further. As he sat there, he suddenly remembered the tragedy that had occurred just a few weeks earlier. A large group of his people had been caught in a terrible storm, and many of them had been injured or killed. It had been a stark reminder that even in the midst of all this beauty, there was still danger lurking around every corner. The King realized that he needed to use this tragedy as a way to inspire his people. They must to learnig it, the beauty does not only mean happiness, but sadness and pain are also legitimate, part of our inner world. He called a meeting of all the artists and creatives in the city, and he told them of his plan. He wanted to create a monument to those who had been lost in the storm, a way to remember them and honor their memory. The artists were excited at the prospect of creating something so meaningful and unique. They set to work immediately, gathering materials and brainstorming ideas. They worked for days, creating a massive sculpture that was meant to represent the storm and the lives that had been lost in it. The sculpture was made entirely of natural materials, woven together in intricate patterns that seemed to capture the chaos of the storm.

When it was finally completed, the King called for a ceremony to unveil it. The people of Beautyland came from all over the kingdom to see it, and there was a palpable sense of excitement and anticipation in the air. The King stood before the sculpture, looking out at his people with pride.

"This sculpture is a reminder of the beauty and the danger that exists in our world," he said. "It is a tribute to those who lost their lives in the storm, but it is also a celebration of the creativity and resilience of our people. We have come together to create something beautiful out of something tragic, and that is the true power of art."

As he spoke, the sun began to set behind him, casting a warm orange glow over the sculpture. The people of Beautyland gasped in awe as they saw the intricate patterns of the sculpture come to life in the light of the setting sun. It was as if the sculpture itself was breathing, pulsing with the energy of the people who had created it. The King watched as his people marveled at the sculpture, tears streaming down his face. He knew that he had done something truly special, something that would inspire his people for generations to come.

When he ceremony drew to a close, Koa approached the King, a warm smile on his face. "You did it," he said. "You inspired your people, and you helped them find their creativity. You truly are a great leader."

The King shook his head, smiling through his tears. "It wasn't just me," he said. "It was all of us. We did this together."

Koa nodded, looking out at the sea of people before them. "That's the beauty of it," he said. "When we come together, we can create something truly magnificent." Mentioned the words of his great grandfather Mekko.

The two of them, now like best soulmates, stood there for a while longer, watching as the people of Beautyland marveled at the sculpture they had created. The sun set behind them, casting a warm golden light over everything. For a moment, it felt as if time had stopped, and they were all frozen in this perfect moment of beauty and joy.

Eventually, the King knew that he had to return to his duties. He hugged Koa tightly, knowing that he would always be grateful for the young Apache boy who had come to dry Rulesland and after hepled convert it to amazing Beautyland. hown him the true power of Beauty and Creativity, they got the colorful panetta of million emotions.

Over the coming weeks and months, the people of Beautyland continued to explore their creativity, discovering new ways to express themselves and celebrate the natural world around them. They held concerts and art exhibitions, created new works of literature and poetry, and experimented with new forms of dance and performance art. The King watched with joy as his people flourished, and he felt a sense of deep satisfaction knowing that he had helped to create an environment where creativity could thrive. He spent many hours with Koa, discussing the latest artistic developments and exploring the many wonders of the natural world.

But as the months turned into years, Koa began to feel a sense of restlessness. He had accomplished so much in his time as a mentor but he knew that there was still more he could do - but not only here on loved igrowing paradise.. He began to dream of other worlds, other places where he could inspire in new situations. Koa sensed his restlessness, and he knew that it was time for him to move on. He came to the King one day and said, "Your Highness, I believe that it is time for me to leave Beautyland. I have other worlds to explore, other people to inspire."

The King was taken aback deeply by Koa's announcement, but he knew that it was inevitable. "I understand," he said. "You have been a great friend and mentor to me, and I will always be grateful for everything you have done for Beautyland."

Koa smiled warmly. "It has been an honor to serve you," he said. "But remember, the beauty and creativity of this world will always be with you. You have inspired your people, and they will continue to create new forms of art and expression for generations to come."

With those parting words, Koa left Beautyland, leaving the King to continue his work as a leader and champion of creativity. In the years that followed, he continued to inspire his people, but he never forgot the lessons he had learned from Koa.

As he grew older, the King began to feel the weight of his years. He knew that his time on this world was coming to an end, but he felt a sense of peace knowing that he had accomplished so much in his life. He had helped to create a world where beauty and creativity could flourish, and he had inspired his people to new vawes on river of emotions.

As he lay on his deathbed, surrounded by his family and friends, the King smiled and whispered a few final words. "Thank you,my dear Koa," said to young man who stood near him again. "Thank you for showing me the beauty of the world, and for helping me inspire my people. You helped me and us to recover from the cold swamps of insensitivity, shows the colors of joy and sorrow, and we also learn what gratitude is. This lofty feeling fills me now, not just for you, first for Godhead, that he has given us a true and deep friendship..I am grateful for every moment we spent together." And with those final words, the King passed away, leaving behind a legacy of creativity, beauty, and inspiration that would continue to shape the world of wonderful Beautyland for generations to come.

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An Apache song by Jeneda Benally:

"Yázhí beeho jinhá

Ałch’íín biye’

Dóó ba’iit’íí naaki

Doo ba’ah dooleel

Ha’aah yázhí biye’

Naa’ąą dah siin"

English Translation:

"Beneath the earth

The seeds are sleeping

Until the rain comes

And the sun warms them

They will grow

And we will see"

This song is about the cycle of nature and the importance of the rain and the sun in the growth of plants. The lyrics speak of the seeds that lie dormant beneath the earth until they are awakened by the rain and warmth of the sun, and how they then grow and flourish.

Jeneda Benally is a musician and activist from the Navajo and Apache nations. She often sings in Apache, as well as in English and Navajo, and her music reflects her commitment to social justice and environmental activism.