15/09/2023
Bear said βI am gathering my brothers and sisters back to the land. The vanished ones and the hiding ones, and those who do not know they are lost. Iβm bringing them home.β
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And he raised his voice to sing, and called to the heavens to join him, to make the song ring from mountain to moor, from tree to burrow, so all could hear and know the song that holds the world together. The orchestra of stars, the woodwind trees, the pattering percussion of raindrops on rivers.
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And the song rose and rang across the land, notes embroidered onto the green earth like spiders webs in the dawn. A million dewdrop lanterns on the grass, shimmering in the soft light of sunrise, each ringing with the delicate song, passing it along one to the other, gently shaking the bells of light as it rang out across the land.
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The song danced through the forest, lightly touching the points on the antlers of the deer, and as it did, it lit them and the surrounding forest, instantly bringing light into the darkness and shining a pathway through the woodland.
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It rushed through the city, into the crevices and alleyways, bursting through the gates into back gardens, gathering up the animals lost to the bricks and the fences, animals looking for the wild and finding tarmac and glass. Foxes living in the dark tangled bramble ends of gardens, hunkered down where the ancestral home used to be, before the bulldozers and bricks came, and their home was sacrificed for anothers.
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Out of the cities and back to the land, it gathered them all, and flew on. Gently down the backs of tree borne squirrels, caressing the soft fur before lifting off once more into the green woodland. Dappled sun catching the tune as it flew by, and reflecting it back into the deep green shadows and leaves.
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Ringing in the morning miasma over the mountain stream, misted droplets of water rising to the sun, singing the song to the granite and rocks, drifting and reflected in pools of overnight rain and skyward across the hills to the sea,
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A choir of seals carolled the song, breathing it again into deep waters, crooning softly over the gently rolling waves as narwhals and whales listen below.
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At last, it is done.
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Bears heart catches the harmonies of the night birds calling, wild hares leaping, and blue whales rising from the deepest ocean tides. At last he sees visions of bright melodies dancing from hills to forests and onwards to the sea, along to the shore to be lost and sung back again by the softly lapping tideβ¦.
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