The sun becomes very tired after working all day long. Now he is ascending slowly as it’s time to leave. At noon the sun gets angry without any reason. The trees feel very upset but they can’t say anything at that time. However, they feel good with the sunshine of the morning and the weak sun of the afternoon.
One day the sun has become so hot that it seems as if he wants to burn all the trees. The trees begin to cry for shade and request the sun to calm down. But the sound of trees can’t touch anybody. The air starts to laugh on those poor trees.There is another participant who is very jealous and moody. His name is Cloud. The cloud is flying as if his beloved is betraying him and eloping with others. He also denies the urge of the trees and refuses to pour a drop of water upon them. Everyone is busy to complain about each other.
Only a little Forget-Me-Not blooms happily under the shrub. She is not screaming for anything. She has no idea that she is going to die after a while. She is dancing with the rude air and healing her head with the soft sad melody of crying trees.
The bird’s heart is very soft and they can grasp the grief of trees but feel sorry as they can’t do anything. They check whether the clouds have made some time to give a bath to those thirsty trees.
There is a bucket full of water. The water is also shivering to pour over those crying poor creatures. But they are also helpless as they can’t move. Suddenly some busy wild dust arrived with the breeze and have rest on the leaves of the dying trees. The oldest leader, the grand aunt of the dust sits on the upper leaf of the tallest tree. Her arian have to make a long discussion with the branches of the trees. The dust made a dense relationship with the leaves and twigs.
Before meeting the leaves the dust doesn’t know how to cry, how to love, and how to help the little birds and plants. they only know how to order and how to get everything done accordingly. they want to wet and stay with those trees forever. So they promise the trees to make clouds pour. The dust requests their old aunt to stop here and to order the cloud to come downward.
The clouds can guess the plan of the dust. His beloved twilight is leaving him and dying after the sun. The sky color is merged with the dark shadow of the evening. The cloud is in rush to stop twilight. But evading the cloud the light slowly moved further away. He roared, shouted but the Twilight never looks back. Twilight’s departure makes the cloud so angry that he started sobbing out of rage.
His forehead swayed in the vast infinity of the sky like an unavailing lover. Tears began to flow from his eyes. At that time he observes the friendship of the dust and the leaves and his mind becomes erupted with violence. The clouds begin to roar louder and started to pour all of his tears from his heart.
The clouds rained so much that the dust fell from the leaves. The trees needed a little water to quench their thirst all day but still, they did not want so much. In so much rain the trees could not stand firmly in their place. They try their best to keep the dust off the leaves. They beg the cloud to calm down, they ask the wind to make the clouds stop and not to stir him anymore. But no-one pays heed to the urge of the trees. The dust could no longer stick to the trees in between the aggressiveness of wind and the cloud and fell in front of the small Forget-Me-Not.
The dust can no more hear the songs of the trees. They are sad but become surprised to see the smiling Forget-Me-Not. The dust wants to touch them but failed. To console the pain of losing friendship the dust mind to share their pain with the little flower. But the intense rage of the clouds interrupted there as well. His wrath never spears the dust to stay beside those flowers also. The cloud started to pour in such a way that the dust washed away from everywhere. Now the dust is flown away to a new journey with the water. Its nature is to go with the flow and make a bond with whoever comes close to it. It can’t break its rule to stay with anyone forever.
The creditor who is bound to leave blames he is not allowed to stay. On the other hand, the static one holds the idea that “why didn’t he hold the hand a bit harder!” And the Great one is watching everything from far behind and play with the minds of innocents with ultimate power. In the midst of all the unrest, separation, violence, and disaster, the Forget-Me-Not is smiling always.