A Spring of Peace

In his dream, the trees stampeded like wild elephants, galloping on thundering roots. The flowers came up from the cold, frozen ground and began to sing in sweet melodious voices, rising and falling with a song only they knew. Then the birds swooped down, adding their high peeping to the symphony. The grass rose in a cyclone, spinning wildly. It crashed down again and again, but dissapated into little blades of grass floating down harmlessly. Then the river began to leap, dancing along the banks, rushing and twisting as little swirls of water spun round and round, tinkling quietly. The hard, cold ground split and heat poured out of it, warming the air and perfuming it with the musky smell of sun-baked earth. A warm breeze whooshed by, trumpeting that winter had ended and the world had been reborn! The earth rejoiced and all the animals and people of the world joinds hands and danced. They spun and leaped, smiling and laughing with each other like the brothers and sisters they were. Peace and happiness radiated from them, its rays as strong as the sun, maybe even stronger. It didn't matter. Life was a thing to be celebrated, so celebrate they did. Everything was as it should be and nothing bad could ever touch them.

It was then that his alarm clock went off. He got out of bed and went to the window. Thick sheets of sleet were falling, accompanied by a dull gray sky. The man closed the curtains and went to get ready for work.