Boulder and feather

Now, clear your mind, close your eyes and get ready to listen to the song of the boulder and feather.

Between the beautiful landscapes, stood a tall mountain gazing through the vast area covered by its shadow. It has been there for a long time and seen many changes and creatures. Just like an old sage, time and experience made him renounce all visual pleasures except one. He was always envied by one thing that excited him and made him wait every day to happen again and again. It was his soulful scenery that accompanied by a piece of soulful music.

A while after the dawn the golden lights lit up the stage, the rivers of percussions were flowing to set the rhythm, melodious winds passed through the hollow trees to produce a beautiful track, the vocalists fluttered their wings to take the spotlight and started humming,. Finally the lead appeared to initiate the main song, the main scene and an unfinished story that lives and dies every day without getting a closure.

The lead was a feather, the birds sang about this scene every day. They sang about the elegance it had when the winds gently drifted it from place to place, they sang about the freedom it had, and finally, they sang about the envy the mountain had on it. The tale of this unfinished song begins once again.

The mountain could never move, react, or convey anything. It always wanted to be like the feather which was as breezy as the wind itself. The mountain’s boulders of burden increased every day and the heaviness was intense that it screamed in silence. This disrupted the entire flow and it had to shut itself with a cloak of mist.

This song always got cut with an eerie ending. But, somewhere from afar a big storm of heavy music and noise approached the landscape.

The eerie ending continued with the chaos of screams and thunder.  One of the thunder waves hit the mountain to startle it from its cloak.  Its dark gloominess attracted the waves of thunder. After, several consecutive hits the mountain started to crack and wither in pieces.

IN a distance it could once again see the feather fluttering in an ominous hurricane. This is the moment, this is the chance to set free, this is the time to let loose, sang the feather accompanied by the chorus of little birds from the hollow trees.

A big stroke of thunder shook the mountain and a huge piece of it broke and started rolling downwards. The symphony was at its peak and the rock was in its high tempo. Not able to see or think clearly, it was free finally. It was creating its own music now; it was grooving and moving with upbeat excitement.

As it rolled ahead, it rolled over an elevated path and picked up the feather from the air and continued rolling down. The tempo reduced, the ominous wind faded away, the chaos disappeared and the boulder finally stopped between the trees.

The old melody continued. The golden light gradually revealed the huge boulder. It was with the feather. Actually, it was on the tip of its stem. Finally, they both were together. The feather got a place to settle down and the boulder got its moment of freedom. Together it turned out to be a master composition by nature.