Wishes of Fisher’s Son


Son:
Father, It’s time for fishing
It’s been days we are here waiting
Our boat parked there empty of fish.

Father:
Son, We can’t go fishing now
There is waterspout in the sea
Windy sun had descended on the sea.

Son:
Will the waterspout spill out the fishes?
Will the sun dry the sea and burn us?
Will we ever catch a big fish again?

Father:
Science and faith ask same questions
But just one thing you can do:
Send your wishes to Heavens.

Son:
Dear Heavens;
Send calmness to the sea
And silent the waterspout
So that we can go fishing again.

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