Molten Glass

The Creator used a hollow metal tube, and carefully dipped it into red molten glass time and time again. After he had painstakingly formed the shapes he desired, for the glass floats that existed only in his imagination,  he added specks of differing metals to impregnate the floats and would enhance them with color and a personality of their own.

He breathed life into them and watched as they grew, and developed, into what He had intended. His desire was for them to dance amongst the waves, both rough and calm, shimmering and spreading their individuality, and unique beauty throughout the oceans for the world to see. 

Most of his artwork did just as He had intended. All of the spheres were different and beautiful in their own way, each projecting its shining presence into the universe for all to admire. 

Some, however, had been flawed during the process of creation and had developed small fractures. Those tiny lines were no problem in the beginning. Throughout the years, they made the glass sparkle in more unique ways. The fine cracks added additional depth and character to the marred spheres, giving them a personality unique to each. They reflected His light in ways more extraordinary than the others, not better, nor more beautiful, but differently.

Through time, being bounced against the shore and tossed by the strength of the waves and power of the ocean, the flaws became more pronounced. The spheres bounced in the water with more force, the ups were more up and each down filled the float with a bit more water.

Even though water was slowly filling the spheres, their beauty still shone, and their uniqueness became more pronounced, they stood out in the midst of the ones that were perfectly formed.

They drifted from the crowd, and their differences were seen by the more observant. There came a time, however, the water that had, overtime, filled the spheres, became too heavy to keep the baubles afloat. They fought with all of their might to stay above the whitecaps and migrate back into the crowd, but it wasn't to be.

The ratio of air to water was too great, and the spheres, either shattered and separated, floating apart from themselves, their sharp edges keeping others away. The remaining didn't separate, they allowed the salty water to fill them completely, and were taken under to rest quietly on the ocean's floor.