The Doctor's Song

The Doctor's Song

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1. The Doctor's Song

There is a pond. This pond however, is like no other pond that there has been or that there ever will be. Its reflective surface glistens and shines a fiery orange in the morning rays of the day as the sun rises from behind the velvety green trees. From this pond, there flows a river. This river roars as it bounces from stone to stone changing it's colour slightly every time it turned a corner but always keeping the same river. On a quiet day you can hear this river singing a beautiful melody, but then at other times it is silent. At these points there is only silence hanging in the air until it falls, there is nothing apart from the gentle swishing of the water. Gazing deep into the green of the pond you could see into other worlds, the bottom of the pond invisible only an endless depth of pure water spanning across the meadow. On the other bank of the pond, stood a seldom rose. This rose a pure white colour and gently swaying in the slight breeze running through the air as a large wasp landed upon it then disappeared as quickly as it landed. The sky above a brilliant shade of deep blue even as the sun rose in the sky. The stars still visible from the night before. But each of these stars going out one by one as the day grey older, like faces disappearing from memories and into stories. As an old man he sat on the wooden bench on the edge of the pond. Everyday he sat there, gazing deep into the pond and watching the colours of the ever changing sky. Everyday there would be a new story to chase. A few years before he had brought his daughter to his place beside the pond. She enjoyed his stories but like everyone she left only after a short while. Time seemed so out of place here, he just ignored it. But in some moments, just as the wind would change and that singular moment would become a fixed point in his memory. He dreamed of distant places and old friends, even though as every day passed his hair was greying and counting lines appeared across his face. He longed for adventures he knew he would never have. He imagined running across the stars that fell from above him. He remembered the past in many different ways and dreamed of the future he wouldn't make it to. After many years of visiting this place, the gave his final farewells to his friends. Speaking his goodbyes to the smith apples hanging from  the trees, the noble ginger cat which had been his companion for a short while but quickly forgot all about him. Then as his final day drew to close he wished the rose good luck, to the black raven which sat on his bench with him for a while he told it to do the impossible and he whispered a last quiet goodbye to pond. The fiery pond that waited as he grew old. Finally, he straightened his bow tie and carefully lay down in the shallow river as he knew his time had come. He let the cold water wash over him, singing its soft melody in his ears, gently kissing him not a goodbye but a see you soon. And as the final star faded from the sky he felt loved.

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