Reblogged from http://ofanoutsider.blogspot.fi/2011/04/masterpiece.html
With a glow of fire, the dawn lit that shadowy sky. It burst forward like the sound of a thousand trumpets. The sky shimmered in hues of orange, yellow, pink, purple, and blue. The moon stood silently, overseeing the magical artistry as it took form. And yet, she could offer no advice to the Artist, for his skill to create such a breathtaking view had quieted her tongue. She only looked on in awe and admiration of the Artist as He did His work. A little yellow here, a little pink there, a little more, a little less… He knew exactly what to do. The stars began to dance away, fading to sleep for the day.
The Artist turned to her, but said nothing. She looked at Him, nodded, and then shook her head, for she knew that she should have been asleep, but sleep was futile now, for what she just saw laid heavily upon her heart. He turned back and looked out at the masterpiece that He had created, and His eyes became sad. He slowly shook his head. Finally, the moon could not bear it any longer. She burst into heated speech, “How inconsiderate are those humans! You create a masterpiece every single day, multiple masterpieces even, and yet they are so caught up in their own little lives that they don’t take the time to simply look up at the sky for even a moment! How can you just stand by and let them do this? You created them out of your own hands, and yet they do not take a small amount of time to appreciate that fact! You designed the world that they live in, every detail that could be imagined by you, and yet they say that it was mere chance! Can’t you do something about it?”
He turned and looked at her with those sad eyes. “Yes, I could do something about it. I could force them to look up, to appreciate me. But that is not my plan. I realize that some look, but do not see, and some do not care to look at all. But, I also see those that look up and do care, who appreciate what I have done.”
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