The sky sighed to see the sea looking blue - 'Don't be down. Blue does not have to sink its ship but can grow wings (and things) and fly high like me.'
The sea replied to the sky's lofty words: 'Word, brother, for you are my brother - made of the same stuff. I hold the visible and you the invisible. I make waves in the world whilst the swaying of the trees makes you blow. But what do you know of trees? Higher and lower doesn't mean better and worse - just different vibrations in the architecture of life.'
The sky saw the sea's reasoning and let his compassion melt into the choppy rhythms of the ocean.
The sea replied to the sky's lofty words: 'Word, brother, for you are my brother - made of the same stuff. I hold the visible and you the invisible. I make waves in the world whilst the swaying of the trees makes you blow. But what do you know of trees? Higher and lower doesn't mean better and worse - just different vibrations in the architecture of life.'
The sky saw the sea's reasoning and let his compassion melt into the choppy rhythms of the ocean.
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