FRAGMENT 6


The Collector Of Colours & Celebration

Once upon a time there was a place
That was brown

Everything in it was every possible degree of that colour
The trees were brown and their leaves too daffodils tulips
Bees canaries robin red breasts and blue whales
Were all brown the oceans the sky the clouds the earth
In this place brown was everything and everything was brown

Mother Nature was starting to become unsettled
There was something missing something needed to happen
But she didn’t know what

She looked down into the valleys and saw the brown sighed
Wondered what she was waiting for what unknown change
Did she long for?

Millions and billions of years of waiting had made her tired
And one day she was so tired she fell into a deep sleep

Deeper than any she had ever known
She slept and slept dreaming of the brown
And of something that was absent

Then it happened then the first drop of rain woke her up
And she asked herself

What was this this thing that had woken her she did not know rain
She did not know wetness but she did know this was the change
She had been waiting for as the rain increased

One drop became many and the many drops
Became Uncountable
Again Mother Nature grew tired
The more she resisted the more tired she became
Then she slept

She could not say for how long but one day she stirred
And opened her eyes

She saw things she had never seen before she looked down
Into the valley and saw trees their brown trunks and branches
But now she saw the first leaf that was not brown
She saw something she could not explain and she said green
And a single green leaf was part of thousands of green leaves

All green and all different and she looked
Into the sky the clouds were no longer brown
They were something else now
She said white and grey

The sky’s brown had disappeared
Mother nature squinted her thoughts
As she said blue she saw the tulips and sighed red
Her eyes filled with daffodils and she sang yellow

Yellow poured from the round sun in the blue sky framed
By white clouds

From the clouds fell arcs of colours red orange yellow green
Blue indigo and violet the rain stopped the brown was joined
By a family of colors

Mother nature smiled and busied herself
Her nose erupted with smells she did not know
A feeling she had waited patiently to celebrate

Let it Rain  –  A piece of music

Picture by Deborah Scott

Poem by Dean Pasch

Music by Stephen Karn