The bony fingers of frozen plant life reach up toward the weak winter sun, asking it to bless them. But the sun is still so fragile, and it has no power to bestow blessings. It is all the sun can do now to maintain its position in the sky. There are dark days ahead still that will challenge it and try to obliterate it from the sky forever. The sun must save all its power for these upcoming battles.
The plants beg for the sun in vain, but it gives them only sluggish
light and no life. Still they reach because
they remember the love they once felt from the sun. Like abandoned orphans, they pray that their
parent will magically come back and bestow love upon them and they will be
happy once again. But the sun cannot
hear their pleas because it is locked in a military formation, readying for the
enemy.
All the children wait now, standing in silence, cold hands
reaching up to the sky.
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| The bony children reach. |
