Whispers for the Sun

 As a boy he had always been mystified by the sun. The sun seemed to summon him, beckon him to be its observer. He had felt a deep connection, a burning link that joined him to the sun. 

Every day he forces his eyes to watch it closely. He ignored the pain and the tears flowing down his cheeks. He desperately wanted to watch the swirling flows of color that created the Sun. They seemed to be alive, dancing and generating heat with their melodic and graceful movements.

One day, as he laid staring up at the sun, the messenger came. A fellow being of the sky. His fur shone as brightly as the Sun, and seemed to also contain the melodic flows of light and color.

"One day you shall reach the sun." he said

"One day you shall join the flows of time and sound." 

And with that he disappeared.

The observer, now wrinkled and crooked with time held on to the words of the messenger. He had given his destiny great thought. He had asked himself many time how he could reach the sun. 

"A ladder" he thought, and spent the rest of his life building a ladder tall enough to reach the Sun. 

As his stiff hands pulled the ladder out to begin his climb up the messenger reappeared. 

"You only need your voice to reach the sun. Release your song and join the others. Your time has come to observe no more."

The observer observed one last time as he whispered his soul to the graceful Sun. He was one with all, and moved along with the melodic waves of his destiny.

By Wooni