Thank u again Darren ! Made me cry!
On a sanziana-scented midsummer morning
Princess Ralu was standing on top of a mountain,
Breathlessly gazing at her beloved land,
Awakening daydreams that slept in forest folktales;
Her smile was like a sister to the sun, casting unseen kisses over the landscape,
Nurturing nature with a tender touch.
But when the time came to leave, her eyes recalled past partings,
And as her trickle of tears began to flow,
A cloud above transformed into an angel,
Descending to earth to comfort her.
The angel held
up a golden chalice, saying
"Inside this cup I have collected all your tears for the mountains;
Look closer and witness how nature has returned your love"
And upon the silver surface a vision appeared,
Reflecting such mesmerising moments:
She saw how the sun became brighter in her presence,
How the sky wept when she was not there to rest under its blissful blanket,
How the gentle breeze secretly whispered soft sentiments.
The angel held her hand and promised:
"Your soul is safe within these mountains
And will dwell there forever, like a breath of time"
Then with a final embrace, returned to a sky as blue and inspiring as her eyes.
Princess Ralu opened her arms and invited an eternity of love into her spirit;
Her heart was filled with a revitalising river of precious memories,
As a wonderful light from Heaven illuminated her;
She cried once more, the teardrops blessing her affirming smile,
And far away, the angel smiled too,
Knowing that Ralu's beautiful heart had enlightened the world.
