It was dark, pitch black, when they first sensed something. The creature perceived shrill noises with their ears. Unfamiliar sounds; thunderous and disturbing. When light appeared, they became so loud that they forced the being to the surface. They startled and gasped for air they hadn‘t known existed. Water flowed out and their lungs filled deeply with air.
They dragged themselves out of the water and lay down on the contiguous meadow to drain further. New feelings and confusion spread, but the beautiful garden quickly gave the organism new strength. Nature gave them confidence. The sun gave them power and made them so alive.
Strained from the heat they sought shade and found a patch of green in which to wallow. All parts of their body moved in different directions, reacting to new circumstances. There arose this burning chaos in their veins, driving them to restlessness. At once they were curious and wanted to know what was hidden beyond the garden.
And so, the soul set out to find at the next sunrise. They followed their senses, which still seemed to be connected to the world from which they had come. Like invisible threads they guided them, wandering in new ways. The creature was aghast when they saw what was out there. Dust-dry, dirty air snaked into their still damp lungs, which felt so heavy; a taste of burnt particles, very bitter.
Hot sun rays burnt their hair jet black, and gave them a different look. Their reflection on the water surface made them realize how old they had grown and that they were too late. The chaos was out. Inner anger had destroyed the external which hurt them so badly internally.
Out of desperation they sang the songs of their mother, their grandmother, and their great-grandmother, about faith. Only to say goodbye. In the hope that the last hints of green would catch their melody and continue singing it as the leaves grew stronger again.