The Cry Of The Sky
Once upon a time, in an enchanting period when skies could communicate and celestial bodies could hear, lived a lonesome Sky. Being the canvas of the cosmos, Sky was every day painted with a thousand hues, each telling a different tale. But, it held within itself only profound solitude and echoing silence.
This lonely Sky lived in perpetual ennui. It yearned to converse with the bustling beings below on the earth. Seeing the stars conversing with each other during the night, the sun spreading warmth with its mystical glow, and the moon sharing its tranquil light imparted a sense of profound desolate stillness within the Sky. It wished to share its stories, its dreams, its fears, its joys, and its sorrows.
One day, the Sky noticed a young shepherd boy sitting alone on the hill. He rested under a shade but his eyes loved perceiving the beauty of realms above. The Sky saw a reflection of its loneliness in the boy, and the boy saw an ally in the Sky. They began by sharing the stillness, gazing into each other, understanding the rhythms of the winds, the dance of the clouds, and the melody of the cosmos.
One afternoon, during a bout of tears from the Sky, the shepherd boy sang an uplifting melody he had heard from the woods. The Sky found solace in it. From then on, whenever it cried, the shepherd would sing, and they would console each other – the Sky with its gentle rain and the boy with his melodies.
When the Sky would be clear and bright, the boy would tell his dreams, weaving tales of adventures, magic, war, and love. The sky would listen, showing its anticipation by changing its hues to mirror the emotions of the stories. They shared many ideas, many quiet solaces, and infinite silent comforts.
While the Sky had its celestial bodies, the boy had his community. Yet, they preferred to communicate with each other. This unique friendship christened the boy as 'The Sky Whisperer' among the villagers.
One day, everlasting darkness covered the earth. The celestial bodies were nowhere to be seen as massive clouds shrouded everything. The Sky was moaning in pain, relaying that something frightful was coming. The village was devoured by fear; they turned to the boy, their Sky Whisperer.
The boy ran up the hill and started singing his song. His robust voice reverberated in the wind, catching the ear of the Sky, breaking the ferociousness of the thunder. The Sky gently started crying luminescent tears, birthing an extraordinary spectacle.
With each tear, a mislaid star returned, found its place back in the Sky. The Moon followed soon, and then the Sun. The light returned, driving away the darkness and fear.
The Sky, in solace and euphoria, majestically painted itself in tables of colors, bathing the shepherd boy in its radiant glow. The villagers cheered, and luxurious promises of feast and honor flowed for the victorious boy.
But, he refused everything. He merely wished to converse with his friend, the Sky. His friend no more shed tears of sorrow but of joy and friendship. And this magical journey continued, forming tales and legends that grannies hence narrated to their young ones during starry nights.
The story of the Sky who yearned for a conversation and a young shepherd boy is remembered as a lesson of friendship, understanding, and the power of perception. It made the villagers realize that they can communicate with the cosmos, not through celestial bodies, but through understanding, empathy, and unspoken words.