“I don’t know why you are writing that.” BlueOne said blandly.
“I don’t know why you keep interrupting me.” Replied BlueTwo
“They won’t believe you.” BlueOne’s tone became rigid.
“You seem worried?” BlueTwo’s tone became kinder; softer somehow.
“I’m not worried. I’m thinking you’re wasting your time writing that.”
BlueTwo continued tapping at the keys. Sometimes making notes on a brilliant white piece of paper. And then switching back to the keypad.
“Do you see these flowers?” asked BlueTwo.
“They are right in front of me. I don’t think I became blind in the last five minutes.” BlueOne became sarcastic and sour.
“They are the product of God’s great gift. And, if they can’t be denied by other humans, then why are you so bored with God’s creation?”
BlueOne paused, deep in thought. “I don’t see flowers BlueTwo, you know that.”
“What do you see?”
“Humans stop seeing things that are beautiful – God’s blessings. In every shade of color, in every drop of water. In each sliver of blinding light in sun rays. In every fragrant breeze that carries the earth’s breath. That’s what I see.”
“This is why I write this. To remind humanity of the goodness of every living thing around them. Including other humans. Animals. The earth. Why should we give up?” BlueTwo’s tone became both somber and compassionate at the same time.
“The word GOD, doesn’t impress many people.” BlueOnes’s tone became increasingly bland.
“Go then BlueTwo. We are not here to judge and scamper all over humanity. Today is marked as the first day of spring. When flowers start to bloom, and leaves begin their descent into their own 3D world. When humans start planting their gardens and flowers, and laying down grass and celebrating the new and all things ‘beginning’. I don’t need your help. I don’t need your pessimism. Humans already struggle with this daily – every second. Those who have a relationship with God/supreme being/higher power/great spirit/buddha/Dalai Lama, and so on, have one thing in common and never changes: God lives in everything, and in everyone.” BlueTwo reached to touch the pink and vibrant flowers. Their glow emanated a strange effervescence.
Speechless, BlueOne also reached down to caress the petals, and looked up to the sky. When he looked back at BlueTwo, his eyes had changed to a yellowish gold, with yellow streaks shooting across his face.