The light filters through the trees in a green hue. The ground is uneven but a clear path is cut through the wildlife.
There’s a rustling to the left and a squirrel pops up out of the shrubs on the side. It darts across the path and scuttles up the tree on the other side. It pauses at the top and peers down at the strange beings walking through the forest: humans.
The humans are students taking a break from the demands of busy lives. The four students make their way across the forest, commenting on the beautiful flowers and occasional squirrel they find. The boys hold back some low hanging branches for the girls.
“Even the air out here is different, cleaner,” whispers the one girl, grimacing thinking of the crowded city she calls home.
A gentle rushing of water silences any more conversation.
“I wish we could stay here,” sighs the other girl as they cross the little wooden bridge over the stream.
As if breaking the spell, these words bring the rest of civilisation into view. They emerge from the forest and make their way to the buildings that house all the smart academics.
On the bright side, thought the second girl, at least the main building looks like a castle.
Deep in the forest there is a house. This house is lovely and quaint. It is surrounded by flowers and animals. This house is untouched by humans. It gleams in the sunlight and the windows sparkle. Even though it has never had any human inhabitants, it is perfect. It stands tall and strong, and doesn’t have a single chip in its walls. The tiny ducklings float by on the stream next to the house. And squirrels scuttle to and fro gathering nuts.
Inside the house there is the gentle flapping of wings. The soft patter of little feet. And merry giggles fill the air. Soft glowing orbs hang in the rooms filling them with rainbows. They dance around, and spring from corner to corner, they somersault through the air and soar to the ceilings. They swim with the ducklings, and jump from branch to branch with the squirrels. They ride with the bigger animals and fly with the birds.
This house is home to the fairies of the forest. The house shelters them while they protect the forest. Their light feeds the plants. Their laughter encourages the birds. And their magic protects everything from harm.
The tiny quaint house, deep in the forest, is home to the guardians. They look after their friends and the animals keep them company.
© Carolina Rosa
The grey clouds above draining the colour from the world. Reducing everything to equal greyness. The clouds are thick and block out the sunlight. Stifling the rays trying to get through.
The people below looking just as dreary. As if the clouds are draining the life out of the people below.
Every now and then, a small ray of light peeks through. A small glimpse of the sun that’s actually there. A small glimmer of hope poking out. Trying to fight its way to the surface. And every now and then, winning the battle against the dullness to shine through unrestrained. Bringing life to those below. Touching so many people and bringing them out of the doldrums.
As the few precious sun rays come through, people turn their faces toward the sky.
The clouds part as if there are little fairies dragging them apart. They swirl and twirl in the air currents. Bouncing off the clouds like trampolines. Enjoying the sunshine on their backs. And when they’re taking a break from their fun, they open the clouds and share the warm glow of the sun above.
If only people knew what lay beyond the clouds, they may not resent them quite so much for selfishly hiding the sun.