Tears of our Father

Some say that many years ago, a great conflict claimed the lives of thousands of our brothers and sisters. Even as so many fell, our people never questioned their faith in our father, putting their trust in him to help guide them through. Years passed, and our foes never broke our spirits, no matter how many of our brothers fell, until eventually the tides turned in our favour. Decades of stalemates broke down in a single night, our people fighting with everything they had, bolstered by a faith and hope that our foes could not even comprehend. Many were lost that night, but our people won. Yet celebrations were tainted by sorrow, victory had come home where so many had not. As the sun set on the eve of the day of peace, our father mourned with us, his tears falling like rain on the land. Everywhere a tear hit, a flower bloomed, holding starlight in their seeds to illuminate the proud land so many fought and died for. In this he showed us something incredible, even in death there is life. Just as his tears grew flowers, our brothers and sisters bodies too would grow into the earth and soil and so live in them. By daybreak, the seeds had all blown to the wind, their starlight faded, but not gone forever. For each year, on the anniversary of this celebration as autum turns to winter, the flowers bloom once more. Some even believe that blowing the starlit seeds into the night in silent prayer can make any wish come true. But always remember, that when you mourn, our father mourns with you, and even the most horrible things can have beautiful endings.