The Song

A long time ago battles raged across the universes. The skies once blue and space black were filled with crafts of war. Red and yellow fires filled everything they could. On a far-off planet a boy and girl went outside and watched the colors and stray craft overhead. Their parents watched and knew the end was near. They sat and began to sing like children do with silliness, sadness but the song took shape and they sang louder and louder. A craft landed near them And a soldier came up with his weapons drawn, ready to wreak the havoc he was ordered. But he stopped near them. He listened to the song! His weapons lowered. His comm channel was open and the song went to his commander and the room of busy men watching and commanding their targets stilled. Their comm channel was open and went to the generals who also sat and watched worlds on fire. They, too, listened and stilled. Every fleet and every soldier, every craft and every leader across the universes were listening to the children’s song. The children sang on until the soldier left. The crafts above left. The fiery skies became blue and soft. Men and women remaining came out and looked up. The sun! The children walked back Hand-in-hand. Their parents hugged them. What was that you were singing? They asked. And they began to sing this song-