Fairy tale about ...

I like to write. Sometimes I invent own stories and I publish them here. They are in polish often because it's my native language. Some time ago I created my next fairy tale. I wanted to share it with other people but I dreamed about interesting images for it. In my opinion ilustrations adds charming of words. They make together something amazing. Unfortunately I'm not good at making photos or draws. So I didn't have these which could be apprioprate. Luckily I have some talented friends in Poland. They read my words and agreed to help me. In this way my story got some lovely pics.
Oryginal tale was in polish of course. However I promised to translate this for friends who don't know my language. I'm not good enough in English so it's kind of challenge for me. But I hope that You will enjoy my version of this story. Even if it's not in line with reality .. ha, ha, ha

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Probably most of you know how a rainbow is formed. What circumstances must exist in order for us to be able to admire this phenomenon in the sky. But do you know how it all started? How was the world's first rainbow created? I think that it could be like that.

The sun liked to travel from always. To move slowly on own way and admire everything around. It liked to meet with clouds and wind to exchange informations and curiosities from the world. In its opinion the most of interesting things were on Earth. This planet was changing all the time. It seemed like she can bewitch - her own unusual range of colours. Its shades amazed on each season of a year.

foto: Małgorzata Chomont

foto: Romuald Kokociński

foto: Romuald Kokociński

foto: Małgorzata Chomont

That's why the sun approached to earth often and touched chosen things own rays. It was really great to feel fresh, lush green grass. Her smell was connecting with power of the ground. 

foto: Małgorzata Chomont

It was so nice to sit even for the moment on the flower petals. They had so many different colours that it was hard to describe them. All of them: yellow, orange, red, pink, blue, violet had own shades and shadows. Sometimes more stronge, sometimes less. Some of flowers were white like snow or small dreamy clouds which the sun met on the sky.

foto: Romuald Kokociński

foto: Romuald Kokociński

It was wonderful to dance cheerfully on the surface of the rivers, lakes and sea or take a bath in their interior. Among the blue, green or grey waters. Och, yes .. the sun liked to touch almost everything which it could reach on chosen moments. 

foto: Małgorzata Chomont

foto: Romuald Kokociński

 

Then it told about own feelings and emotions to other travelers. The small and feathery clouds heard these stories with dreamy look. They loved touch blue of sky and rather didn't miss for other colours. But bigger clouds were terrible jealalous of opportunities of sun. They would love to experience someting like that. Unfortunately they couldn't. From so higher the clouds couldn't see things about which the sun told - all these intricately carved shapes and amazing colours. Some of them during tales were starting to cry with regret that they never will touch anything from the earth. The others were tooking offense and fast were flying away with the wind. Some of clouds were so angry that was starting to thickened and cut off the sun from the earth. Unfortunately were appearing different emotions among them. Not so nice sometimes.

One day the sun woke up  in an exceptionally good mood. Maybe because of unknown small fluffy cloud. It gave great rest. The sun needed it after its last trip. Stories about views from this journey almost couldn't end. A little cloud was hearing with big interest and was trying to imagine all of it. Then it thought that could to join to the sun. The sun agreed. It's nice to travel with company, share emotions and admire world together. It's great to enjoy some places for longer time with somebody else. So they moved on together. The sun was sending own rays every now if it saw something interesting. They were coming back - like scouts - with new informations and full of colours from things which they touched. The cloud was trying to see all detailes from tales.

foto: Małgorzata Chomont

foto: Romuald Kokociński

foto: Romuald Kokociński

Unfortunately it couldn't to see and touch any colours. The cloud got very sad because of that. So much that it was starting to cry. It couldn't stop its tears. The sun was surprised and didn't know what to do. It had wonderfull mood still and was shining cheerfully. But it liked very much its friend so it was thinking how to console it.

I think that the sun had really good intentions because suddenly! in the air something started to happen. Maybe it was magic of universe? Or maybe only tears of this cloud dissolved some of colours from sun's rays. I don't know that but ... on the sky appeared softly range of colours taken from the earth.

foto: Romuald Kokociński

It stayed that way. Since then, when another cloud misses colors so much that it begins to cry in the presence of a joyfully the sun, we can admire the rainbow again. A colorful bridge - almost connecting the earth ... with the sky.