Yasariya

Melody in the Woods A faint melody echoes through the darkness of the woods. Wind stands still to listen. The full moon looks down to the clearing, where the soft notes come from. Slowly, animals approach. A deer, a badger, birds, insects, even a lynx. They all want to see the source of this mournful melody. No other sound is audible. It is as if the world itself were hold its breath to listen this music.  This sound reaches no human ear; the forest is too far away from any settlement. But where does the soft sound come from, if not from men? Is there a forest goddess, trying to draw all her creatures to her? Or a wood fairy, fooling nature?

Brown is the end of all things. If one mixes all the colours, one gets some muddy brown. Blue, green, yellow, red. Colours. But together they result in brown. I don´t really like brown. Something dark adheres to that colour. Something I can´t name. Blue. Infinity of sky and water. But even sky and water aren´t infinit. The blue sky turns into dark, lightless outer space, and there´s a lack of drinkable water. Green. Hope of a plant in the desert. But what´s one sole, little plant? Hope... Either it proves itself true - or one has to abandon hope. Yellow. Light of the sun. But even the sun, who gives life, will