On a sandy beach in Germany,
Two Sperm whales came from the sea,
They came and plonked themselves on the sand,
Together, hand in hand.
Such a powerful sight,
the beach had never seen,
Never visited by such beautiful creatures
it had been.
But though they were beautiful,
the occasion was sad,
they belong in the sea,
and something bad,
would have happened for them,
to plomp on the shore,
and lay by the sea,
as the waves roar.
They cannot survive,
on the hard land,
they belong in the water,
not on the sand.
Out of the water,
but still alive,
they were surrounded by the people,
who came to see,
Saying "Oh Wow! How huge and beautiful,
these creatures can be!"
Some took a selfie,
others sat and wept,
and many more still wondered,
what had kept,
out of the water,
and on to the land,
both together,
hand in hand!
But the people of the land,
had little respect,
for the passing away,
of these majestic giants.
They came as tourists,
for florick and fun,
as the Whales died slowly,
under the burning Sun.
Amidst this crowd,
was a little girl,
with sparkling eyes,
and a heart of pearl,
she went by the giants,
and memories came back,
of ancient folklore,
of how these beautful creatures had come,
when life in the seas,
so long ago had become.
With a heart full of sadness,
she sat by one of them,
and spoke through her heart,
to the heart of the Whale:
"What brings you here,
oh mighty giant,
Angel of God,
so defiant!
Why won't you go back,
to the sea where you belong,
where you sing in its depths,
your beautiful song?"
And heart of the giant,
replied to the girl:
" In the ocean currents,
did we swim and twirl,
across thousands of miles,
our songs can be heard.
We may be giants,
but we have a sensitive heart,
and as the planet changed,
there was a start,
a start of the energy,
that flowed from the land,
into the water,
through your drainage and sand,
all the things not wanted,
and thrown by your people,
and all their hearts,
full of pain,
and sadness,
and cruelty
and hurt.
This toxic energy,
of stuff and feelings,
so long have your people,
dumped into the sea,
that our sensitive hearts
cannot be,
in peace anymore.
We cannot bear,
the anguish and pain,
we can feel your heart you see,
we are the same,
Children of God,
in his Garden of Eden,
But no more can we stand this pain!
No more can we stand this pain!
Your people have forgotten,
why they came to the Earth,
from the stars they came,
into human birth,
but now all they do,
is idle and destroy,
this is a living planet,
not a spoilt brat's toy!
For years we drink and breathe,
this pain,
it spreads through the ocean,
again and again,
no more can my tribe,
take this assault,
it is our own decision,
and not anybody elses fault.
So we decided to come onto the land,
to give up our body,
hand in hand,
and return to the stars.
Maybe go to a place
where we feel the love,
or come back to Earth,
when Heaven has decended from above."
Then the little girl spoke:
"Oh Mighty Giant!
I feel so sad!
On behalf of all my people,
I say 'We're sorry!'
How can we help,
your beautiful souls,
how can we help this beautiful planet?"
And the Whale spoke,
from a wisdom deep,
as the ocean that millions of years
of secrets does keep:
" Gratitude! My child, for this beautiful home,
be grateful and thankful
for the love in your heart.
Love yourself,
and love one and all,
love all creatures,
big and small.
Respect the Earth,
and all it's children,
as your little brothers and sisters,
that need your help.
Clean up your house,
and your minds and hearts,
and then maybe we have made a start.
Mother Earth is generous,
and she gives and she gives,
and she will keep giving,
as long as she lives,
But we are her children,
and we have to give her love,
and love to all creatures,
decended on Earth from above.
For in God's creation,
this Earth holds a special place,
a home of Divine Light,
and the plentitude of God's Endless Grace.
And even through this madness,
that has plagued your race,
will emerge children like you,
and take their place,
on the throne of God,
on his gentle lap,
and open the flow of the Divine Tap,
that will flood the Earth,
and fill it with Light,
Gone will be the anguish,
gone the plight,
Nothing to steal,
and no one to fight,
only a beautiful harmony,
and God's Delight!"
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