The Color of Freedom: The Tale of Ivanov
Hello. My name is Ivanov, and I am an artist. My ultimate goal is to find the true color of freedom, but only recently have I been able to search for it. I will know it when I find it; that is all I can say. This may confuse you, but after hearing what I have to say, maybe you'll understand.
One day, I took a walk to see if I couldn't find what I was looking for. While searching for the true color of freedom, I stumbled across several observations. I recorded these in my notes, and now, after my journey's end, I can safely say that I have found what I was looking for. Let's see if you agree.
Bring forth midnight to quell my innermost uncertainties.
Love the noble raven, for it too has a right to crow.
A great fighter boasts not of the sash around him.
Coal from the earth warms the heart with flames.
Kill without favor or bias, O Death.
Run straight to the center of the target, beloved arrow!
Eat of the sweet berry, grow strong and wise from its fruit.
Donate thy heart as thy oath of loyalty, my sweet.
Pretty violets bloom at my feet.
Under the great soil lies the worm.
Rewards for bravery often reflect the heart.
Please take this royal robe, unsuited for my shoulders.
Lap the vintage that intoxicates the senses.
Eat of the cluster from the vine.
Bake wheat and rye together, make food for the masses.
Rake up the fertile soil, O diligent farmer!
Oaks tower above, piercing the sky.
Witness the cow munching blades of grass.
Nearer to my quivering lips comes the sweet delight.
Greet the storm clouds as they drench the world!
Reach for the stone by the shore, its fate is yours.
A silvery spoon may be used to designate greatness.
Yes, age will affect all of us.
Yield.
Each proud hen bears chirping offspring.
Low into the caves and canyons of the world lies treasure.
Loathe the stomach of the craven one.
Over hills of dandelions I run like the breeze.
Will you brighten my day like the star at morn?
Grassy plains quiver, beckoning for your attention.
Run fast, run hard, run away, for envy stalks all.
Eat of what the fields of Mother Nature provide.
Earn your riches by working hard and long.
Never does the patient turtle yield to danger.
Boats great and small challenge Neptune in the uncharted open.
Love the boundless ceiling of sky.
Underneath every depressing face must lie a smile.
Enjoy the ribbon of privilege while you may.
Wintry frost chills, icy snow falls gently.
High above your head rests a cloud.
I am brimming with the milk of human kindness.
Take great care of the porcelain vase in the corner.
Eat of egg and flour, grow strong to face the next day.
This, my friend, is the true color of freedom--and far more than I can ever say.
What do you think?
The End