Where grass is yellow, and flowers are abundant Elzor lives. Where joy is ripe, and kindness is present, the bees live.
Together, they frolic in the sun and dance in the sky.
They work hard each day with a smile on their face, and by the end of it…
Elzor had provided flowers and the bees had made honey and together they would sing a song of joy and gratitude.
The next day was the same, and so was the next and the one after that, you can never get tired of joy. But each day there would be less flowers and less honey.
And the humans would expand into the fields.
Their tall buildings blocking out the sun and their smoke turning the sky grey. And Elzor would have to leave in search of flowers.
But one day Elzor and the bees found their plates empty.
Elzor knew that this world could be filled with joy, so… they went to the humans.
They had their head down, and their feet scraped the ground, so when Elzor said… “Could you please keep the flowers and the sun and the clear blue sky? Could you please keep our joy?”
The humans didn’t hear.
So, the next day, Elzor returned and proclaimed, “This world is full of joy. Please stop destroying it.”
An old man heard and replied, “Sure, that was true once, but now the sky is grey, and the sun is gone”.
“This world is full of war, poverty, pollution, bullying, sin, discrimination, frowns, isolation and division.”
Elzor dragged their feet home. No one sore Elzor the next day or the one after that.
But in their days, in the darkest ally they could find, Elzor remembered. Elzor remembered joy and how they had danced in the sky and frolicked in the sun.
And a flower grows.
And Elzor realised joy can’t be taken away from you.
So, Elzor went back to the humans and cried, “This world still has joy; the sun hasn’t gone! The flowers still grow, it is your choice to be like this, your choice to give up, to hold your head down and to scrape your feet along the ground, because if you looked up…”
“This world is full of joy”, and with that, Elzor and the bees frolicked in the sun and danced across the sky.
Day after day, week after week, month after month, year after year… until
A little girl walked up and asked, “How can I be like you? How can I dance? How can I frolic?” And the answer was simple.
Look up.
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