a daylight dream

And we’ve made it. We’ve reached the top. Now, we linger on the mountain, our breaths steadying, eyes glimmering and smiles growing. We sit on the edges of the hardened earth, our feet touching the air, gravity pulling them downwards, but we balance ourselves. There are echoes of mountains all around us, toppling over each other, in different frequencies of light and sound. The sky up here is not the common blue but a mixture of hues originating from the sun rising near us. Her beams have pierced the atmosphere and the alpenglow is dancing before us. We are no longer the humans on earth up here, with all this wonder and awe— all of those different scenes we are observing all at once. Silence awakens our laughter and youth. This climb up was relentless and arduous. It was impure and obscured. We aged with every step towards the inclination of heightened toughness and required strength. We sighed and asked questions we don’t usually ask—  will we ever get there? The ...

I wonder what the greenery stretched across our beloved earth speaks of, in languages we cannot comprehend. We see the flowers lithely blooming in and leaves sprouting in emeralds and brightness in spring, watch them create this subtle force of beauty that inspires its observers. Yet, we are oblivious. We cannot see everything. I imagine the dainty flowers unfolding their petals in the morning, conversing with the light and the beams surrounding it. Perhaps they talk to the sun, wishing it could come closer, to infuse its warmth more dearly. Perhaps those petals yearn for the light’s gentle tangible touch, to spark its colours and vibrancy. But do they know if the sun came a little bit closer, they’d shrivel and burn? Do they know that longing to grow taller and taller just to reach the sun’s sky would weaken them? I imagine the trees at night conversing in melancholy. Perhaps they do not like the darkness yet have to go through it every single day. For them,...