The more incredibly strange things I hear about Michael, the more I'm remembering his books, his songs, his poems, the more I think about the things, that have been always important to him ... people, nature, planet, love ... The more dirt is poured on him, the brighter he shines!!
Thinking of it, I want writing here something like that ....
just another story that came to my head.....let it be called....
The Last chance
All that the eyes could see for miles around was only a vast desert of stone . Weak, dying trees, which give no shade, because they have almost no leaves. Under one of these thin trees were sitting the old man and the little girl. It was hot. They sat in silence. The child was bored, and to occupy herself with something, she was building the tower out of small stones. The old man sat motionless, resting his wrinkled, trembling hands on the big stick, served him with a cane.
Grandpa, tell me that tale. Do you remember? You’ve told me. About that how you were a little boy, and all around was differently ...Please, tell me something more about it...
- I often remember that time by myself. - sadly smiled the old man.
- When you tell this to me, I close my eyes and I'm right there in your tale ... tell me...
- Ok, I'll tell you… Our world has not always been such gray as you can see it now. The planet was beautiful and amazing. Its high mountains were covered with green forests, and the tops of these mountains were white with snow, and the air was clear...
- Snow...- whispered the girl. - What’s snow?
- Snow? ... Just water ... drops of water. Freezing, the drops turned into the tiny white stars. And they fell down on the ground from the sky. They covered all around like a white, soft blanket and melted with the coming of the heat. I’ve already told you that there were winter, spring, summer, autumn.... Not in such way as you see it now...
- How beautiful! I’d like to see it! Please, tell me more!
- Great forest.... many trees, big and strong, many animals, birds, clear and cold streams. My father took me into the wood. We spent all day long there. He told me all the secrets of the forest that he knew.
- Secrets? What secrets?
- Well...where the animals hide, how they hunt, where to find food in the wood ... We fished and swam. I close my eyes and see all this as if I can go back there.... But I can’t. Nobody can. That world no longer exists. I would like you to live in it and could see all that I had seen. And today we can’t even see the stars in the sky because of this damned fog.
- Grandpa, but what happened? Why it is so ... Has someone attacked you and all was destroyed?
Why are you silent? What’s wrong with you? Are you crying?!
- No, there was no attack ... we destroyed everything with our own hands.
- But why?
The old man closed his eyes and kept silent. How to explain? What can I say ? We killed the future of our children and grandchildren. It was only our fault... everything that happened. At last he began to speak, but it seemed he was talking not with the little girl sitting next to him ...
- People...we considered ourselves reasonable and humane and at the same time, we killed ...more than anyone else on this planet. We thought that we were heroes. Man is a King of the Earth. We created an incredible constructions and decided on unimaginable projects, which cost a fortune. We did not think about the consequences. And at that time ... millions of us had been dying from hunger and diseases. No food, no water, no medicine, no home...
Planet of contrasts ...
Finally, there came that time when sorrow, tears, hatred became much more for our planet than it could over live. So much pain, so much war ... so many deaths ... too much...
We were approaching the inevitability with every passing second and didn’t want to see it, didn’t want to believe ... it would not happen...as we used to think. We looked for a new more promising job, opened bank accounts, we wanted to have children ... what we were going to give them ... these stones? We planned our future...
And all that time, every second our planet was dying. It asked us for a help, warned, was screaming in pain. But we were too busy to hear its voice, to feel its pain. We thought that we were the heroes and the masters of the nature. We were proud of it! But it turned out, that we were just a dust. And one day we saw the hell. Not everybody was fated to survive in it. And all we have today is these stones and this dust covering the sun from us. It’s our world now. Our life. Is it really life?
We had a chance ... We needed love, to be saved. Loving life, each other, the nature and be grateful for what it gave us. To love our planet…we depend on each other. Love - that was the answer. We realized it too late. We’ve failed. But we could win ... our life and our future. For everyone.
The girl took the old man’s hand.
- Grandpa, let's go home ... It is too hot. It's late and mom told us not to go for a long time ... Come on, let’s go!
He struggled to his feet. The girl walked in front of him. Suddenly, she has stopped. Knelt down and was trying to see something under her feet.
-Grandpa, come here! Come on!! Can you see it? Right here!
The old man walked over, narrowed his eyes and stared at the little green sprout, makes his way from under the stone. Then he turned to the girl and smiled:
- This is our chance. We’ve got one more chance ...
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«I gave my life to become the person I am right now. Was it worth it?» R. Bach
Thank you, Michael
