Woken up!
Not by the the sweet-teal sounds of birds whispering their morning secrets,
Not by the the sweet-teal sounds of birds whispering their morning secrets,
Not by the loud screams of the roaring sun's pale-pastel-yellow voice....
But by a few tiny cave-people carving caves in her left hand.
Withholding these primitives, engineering in her docile and ever-delicate palms,
She wondered if the morning sun was too harsh on these minutests' eyes.
So she took her remaining free right and held it over her newly pink-colonized left,
White-green,
The newly nomads, scavenged around her palm.. even all the way to the underside of here hand a could not find any sustenance,
As was the duty of here supremely tender, ever-merciful heart,
She began to take from here own food, her own life-source to give to her palm-settlers.
Pastel-topaz
Being unfathomably compassionate,
her soul was struck at the beholding of their tree-bark-rugged-ochre ignorances,
So she decided to never speak to those in her world again,
Devoting her every phrase as a teaching of wisdom and knowledge to the inhabitants of her left most extremity.
Blank-black with rugged gashes of faded white, encircled with flowing streams of pale-red-grey
Many years passed and her unceasing devotion to the colonists of her left inner palm, left them...
GROWn,
They were now person-sized beings,
and populated her world.
Their civilization had evolved from a tiny speck perilously-squirming for life, relying on her every kindness and extraordinary effort...
to one that the world is becoming to look to and from....
You know....
Whenever the earthlings ask one of the hand-people where, where-white-yellow-pastel-green-..-where they are from, how-Floating-ambigous-beams-of-orangeish-blue-yellow they are what they are...
The hand people bestow upon them, the heart-warmth ... of the tale of open handed maiden...
Pale-Orange...Faded-Blue
Though nolonger living in her hand... but by her side forever,
It is said .. the open handed-maided still occasionally sits speaking into her left palm, covering it with her right, whipsering "I love you for always" into it....
Bold-light-Orange-on a dark-grey-Blue backdrop
It is also said ... that the sun does not show or hide its face from the earth.. even once!
Without each of the hand people having remembered,.., with tears in their hearts ...
the wondrous-love of their hand-maiden....
