The Goddess of Love

I feel something special going on in the air. Maybe, it is because the birds are singing more softly, the wind is warmer, the clouds have stopped. I look up and see it. The gold goddess of the light is giving the last kisses to this land before she dies. She looks sadly at the land she loves so much. I do not dare to move. And I cannot understand why everyone is going, running, and rushing around and does not see this miracle. She gives the land the last sad glances that make leaves seem greener, sky look more deeply blue, clouds change from the angel-wings-white to rosy-golden and violet. The radiant love penetrates through the air and reflects in the little pieces of everything, filling it with gold dust. The last ray glides along its usual trail and dies in the crone of a tree. The goddess of love and light has died. Yet, if there is someone on this land that believes in her story, her love will resurrect her from the darkness and the land will see her radiant-sparkly smile again.