Invention Of The Umbrella © Surazeus 2024 04 05 Tweet tweet tweet, I am a bird in the tree, the little girl dancing by the pool sings, tweet tweet tweet, I love to fly high and free, then hopping up and down she flaps small wings that she wove from feathers of white egret whose yellow eyes gleam in the bright sunset. Inside large workshop with tables of tools her father Lu Ban grins at her song words, then transcribes in bamboo book woodwork rules for designing kite that imitates birds composed of delicate skeleton frame because his children love to play the game. Sweeping up from swirling waves of the sea with assertive force of dark evening wind, black clouds that flash through lattice of her tree drench lake-side village with silvery rain refracting sunlight into rainbow beams that luminate the drawings of his schemes. Tweet tweet tweet, the bright rain drenches my hair, the little girl sings, crouching under leaves of lotus plants that tremble in the air as raindrops splatter them stiff as house eaves that shelter smiling child so she keeps dry while she gazes with black eyes at the sky. Gazing astonished at his clever girl, who holds lotus leaf firm above her head as she plays in the rain to dance and twirl with joyful laughter that revives the dead, Lu Ban begins to draw new instrument to shelter souls when rain is scintillant. Arranging poles in circle around core which imitates stiff stem of lotus leaves, Lu Ban constructs firm head-protecting score designed like bird wings with tutelar sleeves which shelters our body from drenching rain, propped by supportive strength of handle cane. Holding umbrella he designed with pride, Lu Ban strolls boldly down the market lane so shopkeepers and shoppers trying to hide gaze astonished as he walks in the rain yet stays dry under leaf-shaped instrument though the weather has become inclement. Tweet tweet tweet, I am a bird safe from rain, the little girl beside her father sings, tweet tweet tweet, I search lush meadows for grain, then hopping up and down she flaps small wings that she made from bamboo poles and silk gauze while everyone keeps dry with broad umbrellas.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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