Ocean’s Hope
Ocean was keening over her infected waters, the blanching of her coral, the fever she felt.
Not even Moon’s kisses and caressing to and fro helped. From the coldness of space, Moon gazed down, wishing for Ocean’s Healing.
“How can I help?” Moon asked.
Ocean’s salty eyes looked to Moon as he mirrored red in her waves. She had no answer. She felt only despair.
Albatross soared above effortlessly, Wind rushing under his outstretched wings, keeping him aloft. He had been airborne for months, touching down on water only to feed before he turned again into Wind to lift him up. Wind and Albatross were very well acquainted, and Albatross depended on Wind for his very existence. Fortunately, in Ocean’s Southern Seas, Wind was abundant and happy to help.
“My Beloved Ocean,” he said to her. “I have good news. Beautiful news.”
She turned her gaze to Albatross, knowing how wise he was and hoping for something to cheer her. Although she was old enough to have seen the Birth of Time, she had never felt this way and a new perspective was always welcome.
