Life is not measured by the number of breathes we take, but by the number of moments that take our breath away...
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Ethan and Joan
Nibble oak nubbins and honey cake nuggets Climb chestnut trees and eat bowl full of courgettes Hop down haselbrook and sit near a chapel That's what I like coz I am a cute little Squirrel
Ethan the teeny squirrel lived with his mommy squirrel in the giant oakwood tree colony. The colony that was the abode of sparrows, giant red ants and many others...The red ants who industriously worked and made castles out of leaves and stored the warehouses with food for the winter. Ethan tried making friends with them but then the ants never liked anyone else. So he went to mommy and asked her.
"Why don't I have any friends here?…Seems like the ants don't like me either. :-("
Then mommy squirrel took out a drum made of barks and oak leaves...She hopped towards Ethan and sang…
Down in the meadows listen to grasshoppers Run behind dragonflies and ask out for butterflies Play em your song and come home before sun set And like I always say don't forget your favourite walnuts
Unfortunately the grasshoppers got scared of him, the butterflies never listened to his song and all he had was a few walnuts and no one to share …Sad and gloomy he walked back home and cuddled near the cushy tail of his mother…His mother tried to comfort him but Ethan was deep in sorrow.
Life is unfair and my heart is in despair Smiles are rare and friends are nowhere These days, even skylarks have no time to spare But then, who seems to care?
Few blocks away lived Joan the kid. Joan just had a fight in the playground because his friends called him a "loser". If there was one thing Joan did not like it was calling names. Why was Joan such a mis fit? Was it coz he was the rich kid of the block and the spoilsport who would run away with the football when he was offended. So that Saturday morning, Joan walked away in anger...
As he reached near the oak wood tree, he threw his cap away and rested beneath the cool shades. The sky was brilliant blue and the air smelt of spring…The meadows across was lively as he saw the butterflies in a beautiful ballet of their own and the honeybees flying away with their precious nectar …Across he could hear his friends continuing to play without him…He was feeling left out.
Another lonely Saturday and I'll sit here all day Until somebody home come and say Let go coz you are no castaway when all I wanted was a friend for every day
When Joan realized that he needed a good friend he first thought of going back to the playground. But they rather liked his football…And he wondered would there be someone, somewhere out there who was like him…some one just eager to be happy for each other…
Few branches above someone did wait indeed As they glanced each other both eyes agreed In silence and smiles a spark was born And there lived forever two friends Ethan and Joan