Little Fox
There once was a playful little fox who was born in a beautiful, thriving land. She loved harmless mischief and harmony with her fellow creatures.
Then one day man came and destroyed her world.
She ran as far and as fast as she could, stopping by each creature she met. She tried to tell them danger was coming, she tried to ask for help, but it was too late. They had been poisoned. They once had a choice, until they all were forced to drink from a well that looked fresh and clean, but underneath, toxicity was seeping up through the soil. The land was not there’s anymore, their minds and spirits were under the control of pain and fear. But what could they do? They could not let themselves die, so they drank the poison, ate the rubbish and hid in fear.
They called her crazy as she tried to explain. They had never seen such a place where they could be free. The fox ran wild, her sunny home in her heart. But after miles and miles, she grew tired. No one would listen, there was no clean water to drink of, and the machines were approaching. She lay, looking up, dreaming of sunshine behind her eyes. Above her, dirty clouds, and acrid rain began to fall. She was so tired. She had done all she could but couldn’t outrun this evil outside of herself.
So she closed her eyes and remembered that her sunshine was real, it had existed and still did. Though shrouded like dirty clouds by others calling her a liar and dehydrated because she refused to take the poison, she died slowly. It hurt but no pain could match what her heart had already endured.
The truth killed her and her final feelings were of joy that she had cared, she had tried her best, and that her happy place was once real. She was grateful as she took her last breath, that she had known such beauty and she never drank the poison. For life is no life at all, unless it is lived in truth. It was worth dying for.
Then one day man came and destroyed her world.
She ran as far and as fast as she could, stopping by each creature she met. She tried to tell them danger was coming, she tried to ask for help, but it was too late. They had been poisoned. They once had a choice, until they all were forced to drink from a well that looked fresh and clean, but underneath, toxicity was seeping up through the soil. The land was not there’s anymore, their minds and spirits were under the control of pain and fear. But what could they do? They could not let themselves die, so they drank the poison, ate the rubbish and hid in fear.
They called her crazy as she tried to explain. They had never seen such a place where they could be free. The fox ran wild, her sunny home in her heart. But after miles and miles, she grew tired. No one would listen, there was no clean water to drink of, and the machines were approaching. She lay, looking up, dreaming of sunshine behind her eyes. Above her, dirty clouds, and acrid rain began to fall. She was so tired. She had done all she could but couldn’t outrun this evil outside of herself.
So she closed her eyes and remembered that her sunshine was real, it had existed and still did. Though shrouded like dirty clouds by others calling her a liar and dehydrated because she refused to take the poison, she died slowly. It hurt but no pain could match what her heart had already endured.
The truth killed her and her final feelings were of joy that she had cared, she had tried her best, and that her happy place was once real. She was grateful as she took her last breath, that she had known such beauty and she never drank the poison. For life is no life at all, unless it is lived in truth. It was worth dying for.
