The people of Atwon village were happy people. They worked and played in cycles. There was a time to work, and a time to play. They planted and harvested in cycles. There was a time to seed and a time to pick the crops. There was a time for birth and a time for death. The people of Atwon knew these cycles intimately and life moved along rhythmically and harmoniously. It wasn’t until one day that the rhythm and the harmony were disrupted.
The people of Atwon were not the only people who inhabited the earth. There were many other villagers spread out through many different lands. And not all of the villagers of these many lands respected the cycles of work and play, of life and death. Not all of the villagers knew the steady rhythm of harmony. The elders of Atwon village warned that there would come a day when their own village would fall into disharmony, when the balance would be disturbed.
And so it is that day had come. Shenna, a young child of 10 was playing with her younger brother, Brock, making mud pies, running with a hoop and stick the way children do. She spotted cracks in the earth . She ran to her mother and father. “The earth is breaking!” she cried. Shenna thought that mother and father would know why. Shenna took them to see the cracks in the earth. Mother and father were very concerned. Mother touched the cracks; a tear ran down her cheek. Father’s heart was heavy, “The earth is very thirsty,” he said. “This is very serious.” (To be continued)
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