i was stuck in a rut and uninspired...staring at the blank pages, trying to fill them but unable to...
then, inspiration struck me in the most unlike place....
another blog....
this particular blog belongs to a friend of mine called Joon Yang....he had a playlist on his blog and it played a song called "Piano in the Forest"...its a very nice song by someone called Fernando Pereira....
odd as it sounds...the song inspired me to write...a little something...i combined with elements of another song...a Malay song by Zainal Abidin called "Hijau"....the rest was up to me....
here's a rough draft....i've drafted God knows how many possible stories but i've only finished a handful....and those are fan fiction....=.=
maybe i'll finish one of my originals one day....until then....here's the first draft...i may work on it again later on.....maybe....
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Music in the Forest
The ground was damp, the air misty. Water from an earlier downpour dripped from leaf to leaf, journeying down its green veins before falling to merge with the earth. Somewhere in the mist, a bird chirped as it flew blindly.
A girl walked through the silent forest. Her hair was gold, her skin fair, her eyes a cerulean blue. With only a thin white dress clinging to her slim torso, she walked through the silent forest, aware of its eyes.
She was in another world, one that was far away from the dark, cruel world of Man. Man who sought to destroy everything in its greed. Man who oppress each other to prove its superiority. Man who would consume the world with its destructive path of materialism.
In this world, everything remained as it was. The trees are old, ancient and mighty. Their great roots penetrated to earth, but never harmed it. The branches stretched to the skies but never choking it. They merged together with the earth as one. As the Almighty intended.
The animals scurried, prowled, crawled and flew through this green, alien world. They preyed on each other, but never threatened to destroy each other. They fought each other, but never oppressed each other. They lived together, different yet the same. Forever locked in a balance of life and death that ensured their continued existence. As the Great Creator intended.
But Man, Man was different. Man threatened to destroy all, blind to everything but their own selfish needs. What are the countless eons and wisdom of the ancient trees to Man? What are the lives of the animals that lived in the ancient forests to Man? What are the skies that were once clear to Man? No, Man cannot look beyond their own selfish needs.
She walked through the silent forest, the mist ever swirling around her. Her bare feet trod on dead leaves and dirt, staining them. Farther and farther she walked, leaving behind the dark world of Man.
Her feet suddenly found themselves in a cool, shallow river. The river ran swift and clear, cleaning away the dirt on her feet. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sudden breeze that caressed her face.
Suddenly, she heard an unusual sound in the forest. It echoed throughout the green kingdom and the animals all pricked up their ears at the alien sound.
It was melodious and though it disturbed the silence of the forest, it did not ruin its tranquillity. It was what Man called Music.
Her feet began to take her in the direction of the music.
The birds began to sing with it, adding their own melody to the music. She began to run towards it, her golden hair flowing behind her.
The music called to her, and she ran to it.
Soon, she arrived at a small cabin by the river. It old walls were mossy and white smoke emerged from its chimney. The music came from within the cabin.
Curious, she made her away around the cabin and found that the door had been left open.
She looked inside and saw the source of the music.
A man was playing an ancient piano. His hair was gray, his clothes tattered and faded. His fingers danced along the keys of the piano, making that wonderful music.
Mesmerised, the girl entered the cabin and stood behind the man, the music flowing through her very soul. She closed her eyes and listened to it.
The birds sang with the music, the wind danced with it, the trees swayed with it.
The forest was in harmony with it.
Music made by a piano.
By a piano in the forest.
In harmony.
Once it ended, the forest returned to its silent watchfulness. The man’s hands dropped from the keyboard. He sighed and turned.
He saw the golden haired beauty standing in his home and wondered if the Heavens had sent him an angel. The young girl just stood there, her eyes shut.
The man stood and approached the girl. She opened blue eyes and they locked on to the man’s own gray eyes.
They looked at each other, Man and Woman, surrounded by Nature.
The man extended his hand, his bearded, craggy face anxious. The girl took his rough hands into her own. Her lips curled upwards into a shy smile as she gazed into the man’s eyes.
He smiled back at her.
Outside, the mist had begun to clear.
Thus the two lived hidden away from the dark world of Man. They lived together surrounded by the green kingdom, never taking more than their barest need.
Man and Nature together.
As God intended.
The ground was damp, the air misty. Water from an earlier downpour dripped from leaf to leaf, journeying down its green veins before falling to merge with the earth. Somewhere in the mist, a bird chirped as it flew blindly.
A girl walked through the silent forest. Her hair was gold, her skin fair, her eyes a cerulean blue. With only a thin white dress clinging to her slim torso, she walked through the silent forest, aware of its eyes.
She was in another world, one that was far away from the dark, cruel world of Man. Man who sought to destroy everything in its greed. Man who oppress each other to prove its superiority. Man who would consume the world with its destructive path of materialism.
In this world, everything remained as it was. The trees are old, ancient and mighty. Their great roots penetrated to earth, but never harmed it. The branches stretched to the skies but never choking it. They merged together with the earth as one. As the Almighty intended.
The animals scurried, prowled, crawled and flew through this green, alien world. They preyed on each other, but never threatened to destroy each other. They fought each other, but never oppressed each other. They lived together, different yet the same. Forever locked in a balance of life and death that ensured their continued existence. As the Great Creator intended.
But Man, Man was different. Man threatened to destroy all, blind to everything but their own selfish needs. What are the countless eons and wisdom of the ancient trees to Man? What are the lives of the animals that lived in the ancient forests to Man? What are the skies that were once clear to Man? No, Man cannot look beyond their own selfish needs.
She walked through the silent forest, the mist ever swirling around her. Her bare feet trod on dead leaves and dirt, staining them. Farther and farther she walked, leaving behind the dark world of Man.
Her feet suddenly found themselves in a cool, shallow river. The river ran swift and clear, cleaning away the dirt on her feet. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sudden breeze that caressed her face.
Suddenly, she heard an unusual sound in the forest. It echoed throughout the green kingdom and the animals all pricked up their ears at the alien sound.
It was melodious and though it disturbed the silence of the forest, it did not ruin its tranquillity. It was what Man called Music.
Her feet began to take her in the direction of the music.
The birds began to sing with it, adding their own melody to the music. She began to run towards it, her golden hair flowing behind her.
The music called to her, and she ran to it.
Soon, she arrived at a small cabin by the river. It old walls were mossy and white smoke emerged from its chimney. The music came from within the cabin.
Curious, she made her away around the cabin and found that the door had been left open.
She looked inside and saw the source of the music.
A man was playing an ancient piano. His hair was gray, his clothes tattered and faded. His fingers danced along the keys of the piano, making that wonderful music.
Mesmerised, the girl entered the cabin and stood behind the man, the music flowing through her very soul. She closed her eyes and listened to it.
The birds sang with the music, the wind danced with it, the trees swayed with it.
The forest was in harmony with it.
Music made by a piano.
By a piano in the forest.
In harmony.
Once it ended, the forest returned to its silent watchfulness. The man’s hands dropped from the keyboard. He sighed and turned.
He saw the golden haired beauty standing in his home and wondered if the Heavens had sent him an angel. The young girl just stood there, her eyes shut.
The man stood and approached the girl. She opened blue eyes and they locked on to the man’s own gray eyes.
They looked at each other, Man and Woman, surrounded by Nature.
The man extended his hand, his bearded, craggy face anxious. The girl took his rough hands into her own. Her lips curled upwards into a shy smile as she gazed into the man’s eyes.
He smiled back at her.
Outside, the mist had begun to clear.
Thus the two lived hidden away from the dark world of Man. They lived together surrounded by the green kingdom, never taking more than their barest need.
Man and Nature together.
As God intended.
do tell me what you think....criticise all you like....i want to know where i can improve....
PS:....i have to stop putting (.....) between every sentence.....and i just did it again. =.=
zhao wern and zanne during our project's fundraiser
