One way conversation

 

From a little piece of sand, up to the sky and back to the bottom of the canyon. At first I was wondering where your waves are going. Then I noticed even more interesting sight- the leaves underneath your surface and movement. A third layer comes into my observance- the reflection of the sun, mountains, trees and shrubs. I was just wondering whether this go as far as your surface or it goes further beneath? Like, you know, when we people give love to one another and it either goes as far as the false expression of our faces and deeds, or it goes down there to the source of love and life. I guess so it is with your relationship to the sun: if it does not come to you for a while to throw its rays as the gleams from a loving person, and move you deeper where your warmth resides, then what good? What good if you are abandoned by it and get along only with the clouds?

I’m sure you remember the day when you promised to each other that your love will never end because you both knew you were not complete without the other. What happened then? Why did the sun simply decided to walk away and share its rays with objects that just don’t want to picture its real reflection as you do? Oh dear water; forgive all this questions of mine. We all had the moments when we shifted from the path we were walking and towards which way our wings have been spread.  The return I assume is at sight, until it realizes that without you, it will only wander around. Be patient water, even your dance projected on the stones is impossible without the sun.  I see the variety of waves you are trying to show me, but they need to be exposed together with sun’s creative skills. To be honest, this conversation is a bit awkward to me now because I feel it goes both ways indeed. You talk to me and I talk to you, and we come to the same. Never shall we forget the milestones of our existence and never shall we race with the great truths of our small moments. We both explore the map of our depictions of life- the best, the good, the bad the worst of ourselves with the ones of our kind. If nothing else, we agreed that you and I are really the same kind.