Pawn to the Light
A new sun, a new moon, one by one they arrive,
leaving something behind, a shadow of their existence,
Source
but a tree grows as soon as it germinates, that is the condition set upon it. The resources, however rough the atmosphere and surroundings may be, find their way. Prosperity seems to occur, the burgeoning however varied in how much the calamity and the placement of its roots. Its branches, no matter how thick the cloud of stems and stalks of the others and their wings as well, find their way to the top, but the wings stop the passage for some and some make it through, the neighbouring ones have become road blocks just because they reached there and happen to be before.
A leaf passing through the subsidiaries, some sections of logs as well, reaches the top. The ones below have tried but the passage seems to not like them much, still curious to know what the view looks like, they see him, although through a glare they cannot imagine pressing on him, heat so much that it burns. But to the prodigy that stands above all, it creates the most. Although he has all that the others want, does the source even know he exists, providing, or is he among the thousands just a pawn.
With excitement he tells the others of the view, the horizon, the sinking of the ball that grants light. They do not understand much, as they do not see much. He is used to it.
But he keeps on telling, seeing what this means to them. They are hopeful that one day they will too reach there.
While he just exists, thinking as if this is all there is to it. He has started to shift his color. One or two neighbours he saw fall. The misery and the dementia of the base alludes to something, as if it has lost count, or does not care about us.
There is no talk about it. But some claims of how we reached up here, even though we do not remember getting here. Although they have some memories of the past, faint ones.
Some call it ascension, the next phase, the leaf flies and heaven awaits them. Some just call it withering away.
Rejuvenation reframes loss as cycle, but the individual leaf does not return. Something new grows in the same place.
CONTEST: "The Keyword of the Week" / WETTBEWERB: "Das Schlüsselwort der Woche"