In the Name of the Canvas
This is a fable i decided to write, since it just popped out of my head, and i tought it would be something nice to share.
"...in the Name of the Canvas!" - said the boy who used to dream in blank - "...i want wind, i want stars!" - a melody started to play, as he started to sang:
"My dreams are empty, like a canvas deeply white.
I want to dream, with the sea, and also with the sky.
Travel to places i've never been before.
To hug the clouds, and see the sun setting in the seashore."
But suddently tears felt from his face, feeling sad for himself, the boy heard a voice in the empty blank space.
The voice spoke to him, and gave him a box of crayons too.
It said - "Make a nice place for we to stay, and if you're a good boy, all of your dreams will become true."
So the boy drew a sun, and drew shores too, he drew everything to be perfect, because he knew that it was the best he could do.
And the boy earned a new place to play, a place in his dreams, unique in it's own way.
"My dreams are empty, like a canvas deeply white.
I want to dream, with the sea, and also with the sky.
Travel to places i've never been before.
To hug the clouds, and see the sun setting in the seashore."
But suddently tears felt from his face, feeling sad for himself, the boy heard a voice in the empty blank space.
The voice spoke to him, and gave him a box of crayons too.
It said - "Make a nice place for we to stay, and if you're a good boy, all of your dreams will become true."
So the boy drew a sun, and drew shores too, he drew everything to be perfect, because he knew that it was the best he could do.
And the boy earned a new place to play, a place in his dreams, unique in it's own way.
Community Member
-Yours in eternity,
April heart