Mother of Babbling Brooks watched the wind play with the
wave foam. The lake was so large that you could take it for a sea, if one didn’t
know better, and when the wind was playing with it, the rhythmic waves rolled
to the shore, like they attempted to escape. This incited the wind to blow at
the foam on the wave crests. It felt amused to swirling it along the shore,
where it was briefly captured by stones and grass, while a part was blown up in
the trees. They stood so close to shore that they could use the water as a
mirror when the wind enjoyed one of its well-deserved siestas.
The sun broke constantly through the busy clouds, and
every single time it managed to hit all accessible foam bubbles, and revealed live
diamonds in subtle glimpses.
It was these billions of glimpses that had caught Mother
of Babbling Brooks attention.
"How can I think of starvation when Mother Sun
has so much surplus that she glisten in all the bubbles, she can see, even as
they only lasts a fraction of a second? It wearies her never out, and she doesn’t
consider these beautiful twinkles as waste of time or energy. I want to be like
her."
At the lake an eagle dived with lightning speed, and
shortly after it flew diagonally up toward the ragged clouds with a glittering
fish in its claws.
"The fish have been a little bubble, among
thousands of bubbles in the roes. It reminds me of the sun playing with the
foam. Surplus, surplus, surplus, which also characterizes the grass on the
prairie and the countless stars on a clear night sky. I
want to be like that."
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