The Hands of the Sky

The cold breath of the wind blew against my neck, the icy fingers of the sky reached out and tried to grab me, I sprinted up the path of evergreens, making the wind a furious swirl of harsh air, but I stayed invincible to the raging tornado behind me. The sky’s fingers clenched in frustration, it was an all out war between me and the strong. The evergreens took sympathy over me and joined my side, dancing around me, protecting me from the raw words of the wind. The sky sought me an easy target and started throwing water at me. A tree lifted its arm over my head while the others ran around me. The wind found a gap in my tree soldiers and threw itself at me, pushing me away from my only life chance. The fingers of the sky saw a chance to kill and grabbed hold of me with its muscled hands, wringing me out in a tortured manner. By a miracle the stars came to life, to my surprise to help me, they shone brighter and grew larger, blinding the wind and holding down the deadly hand of the sky, I ran away with my life, the evergreens trying to comfort me with a grand dance and costumes of glistening leaves. The other stars found a way to help me and made an arrow pointing to the way of protection and warmth, I ran toward it with all the will I had left in me after the dark hand tried to kill and sighed as a log cabin came into view.