The Wind - a story, part 5
This is number five in a series of six illustrations. It's a sequence, although it doesn't really matter. It will make more sense if you read them in order, though.
The next day, the story teller and I wandered through hidden mountain passes where few men ever went. We saw streams and rivers and trees.
At last, the story teller resumed his tale.
Now, the cloud was blocking the sun. He had the power to protect the land from the unforgiving heat, to bring shelter and water to the land below. His was a lifegiving strength. Truly, he felt all powerful.
And then the wind began to blow. Within minutes, the cloud felt himself disappearing, being pushed where he didn't want to go, losing control over his destiny.
At last, he cried out, "I'm so tired of being a cloud! The wind puts me wherever it wants! I wish I were the wind!"
He wished so hard, with such passion, that suddenly, he became the wind.
The Wind - a story, part 5
This is number five in a series of six illustrations. It's a sequence, although it doesn't really matter. It will make more sense if you read them in order, though.
The next day, the story teller and I wandered through hidden mountain passes where few men ever went. We saw streams and rivers and trees.
At last, the story teller resumed his tale.
Now, the cloud was blocking the sun. He had the power to protect the land from the unforgiving heat, to bring shelter and water to the land below. His was a lifegiving strength. Truly, he felt all powerful.
And then the wind began to blow. Within minutes, the cloud felt himself disappearing, being pushed where he didn't want to go, losing control over his destiny.
At last, he cried out, "I'm so tired of being a cloud! The wind puts me wherever it wants! I wish I were the wind!"
He wished so hard, with such passion, that suddenly, he became the wind.