Cuentos para Kati II

The smart and pretty koala, was marveled by the colors of the leaves, so many flavors, so many options, so much delights. The lite green gave her a sweet refreshing dessert, on those long and boring afternoons.  The dark green, the stronger she felt, oh the sweet energy. And there was those unusual greens, only to be found when the hit start dropping slowly. Oh, those unusual greens, so tasty, like a good nice сметана в банке.

Green everywhere, every day, all her life, only challenged by the blue, that in the water or the sky. Why is there water, both on the ground and on the sky? She used to ask, on her 15 min a day gathering by the river. Why can I touch this one nearby? but the one in the sky, I can only feel when falls on occasion. Why the water stays there, all the time? Why it doesn't move like the one in the river? Oh, i want to try it, will it taste differently?. 15 minutes is not enough, for a philosophical discussion such as that, but that is all you got until tomorrow.

It was paradise, every day, from the first time she opened her eyes till today, till this beautiful day, sunny, warm and comforting. But those questions need to find an answer, those questions cannot endure for ever, those have to be settled. But some answers can't be found, neither on a sunny day nor on a rainy day. Some answers can't be found on the extremes, but are laying perfectly balanced at that rare moment, at that rare place, when extremes have met.

The sweet Koala kept looking up, wondering, dreaming with the taste of the sky, the bright light, the warm light, oh such a pleasant suspire she had, until that drop touch her little tail. What is this? She wonder, why water is falling on a such a bright day?

The rivers falling from the skies attempted to block the shiniest start, but the light fought back, a great fight, like only the most extremes can have.

What is this? She wonder, i have never seen such a thing, there are leaves and water on it, but what are those other five, those other five I have never seen, red, orange, yellow, indigo, violet and leaves and water. What is red? What is indigo? Why are leaves and water at the same place? Why they stayed together.

Some questions must have an answer. Oh yes, oh yes, the great war between the fierce two, the great war between those who exude confidence, those who are so sure of their selves only to find themselves being the same, cause are not light and water of the same color? Oh yes, yes they are, but when together,  over that short and spectacular hug, are not they seven?