Arin And The Lyre
On a quiet, summer afternoon Arin played his lyre and sang his
woodland songs. It called to the hummingbird, the Egret, and the
Warbler. Even the Dormouse, the White-tailed Deer and the Black
Bear who are most cautious, came near. They knew the little Woodland Elf
and his songs. He would appear here or there and any
other place that filled his fancy. Gentle and soft-spoken, his
words need-not be understood when expressed by what he sang.
As his voice was carried by the breeze, it met those who needed it most; A
weary traveler, an aging soul or maybe someone who no longer
remembers the songs of the forest as they once did. But the ones
who loved his music the most are the forest dwellers.
"Play for me,"
said the Great Owl suddenly, "for it is not yet evening and I am
still in need of sleep and your tunes will soothe me." Arin
strummed a chord.
for me!" said the Fox selfishly, "for I have cubs that
are in need of calming and it would give me time to forage for
food if they behaved." Arin strummed another chord.
"But you must play
for me," interrupted the Grasshopper, "since I am the
smallest and I am always overlooked except by those who want to
eat me!" Arin smiled and strummed a few more chords.
The Fawn walked
closer to Arin and softly said, "Play for me, young elf, for I
have much to learn of the forest and its ways. Your words will
teach me to survive." Arin played a few more notes and began to
sing when a tiny voice called out to him from somewhere on the
"Play for me!"
Oh, please play for me!" cried the little mouse as loud as he
could, "For I am lost and must find my way back since it
was your music that brought me here."
"But you are a
Church-Mouse." Arin said. "How did you get so far from
"Well, I sit under the
floor-board or up in the loft," said the little mouse nervously,
"and I listen to the choir sing. . . that is, until I heard you
and I followed. Listening to songs is my most favorite thing and
that is why I live in the church. But now I cannot find my way
back and I miss my home. It is nearing evening
and I cannot stay here in the forest all alone! I am afraid
Arin looked at the forest animals and thought for a moment then
began to play a song that took the little Church-Mouse back to
where he came from. His music blended with the breeze and
his voice was heard in the far distance. When he knew the little
mouse was safely home, his song ended.
"Why?" asked the
other animals. "Why did you play for the little Church-Mouse and
not for us?"
"Because you have me, always," said Arin. "and can hear me sing
for you whenever you like. I am here for those who need me the
most." Then he began to play a tune that soothed the Great Owl
and he closed his eyes. He played until the Fox's cubs fell
asleep and the little Grasshopper was safely hidden away in the
forest. He taught wisdom to the Fawn and touched once
again the ears of the Church-Mouse as he lay in his matchbox-bed listening to Arin's songs.
The little mouse gently drifted off to
sleep and dreamt of wonderful things that night, but no other
dream was as
lovely as Arin and the lyre.
© Copyright Cheryl
September 19, 2009