Disclaimer: It's all George Lucas'. That's why he's rich and I'm definitely not. ;)

Balance

The plants feel it first, the sensation tingling in their roots and rising, growing, spreading, until all their limbs sing with it and new growth shoots forth in the sheer joy of being. On Naboo, where the rare résa flowers bloom only once every thousand years, entire hillsides are swathed in luminous pale blossoms, though they are not due for another two hundred years yet. The animals feel it too, and they slow and lift their heads, and taste the air on a million different worlds, and for just a moment they know fully what it is to be alive. And finally, the people feel it, feel the brilliant pulsing joy born at the heart of the universe, and without even becoming aware of it, they know that everything has changed.

In the streets of Chandrila, the people dance under a gentle spring rain, though none of them could say why. There is the sound of children's laughter, and showers of petals are falling from the rooftops, their scent perfuming the fresh new airs. The people of Naboo celebrate the résa festival, a time of peace and renewal, and on Mon Calamari, a child shouts in wonder and everyone looks to the sky, faces filling with awe as a thousand flaming stars rain in burning splendor on the sea. In their opulent Coruscant apartments, oily bureaucrats and knife-eyed politicians look at one another and tremble, suddenly afraid. And on Tatooine, in the shops and in the dusty, windblown streets, the slaves begin to sing.

And somewhere, in all the vastness of space, above the tiny forested moon of Endor, a father holds his son and weeps. And there is Balance.