there was a little bird, like any other bird,...too delicate!
You might feel like, just reaching out and wishing, she would hop on your hands...
She was just learning to fly... There was a courage that would forever make her eyes look at the sky with dreams of unlimited possibilities...Sky meant a gift of life.. not a dark place full of dangers, of all the crows and hawks flying.
Mother told her about the hawks!
Mother also told about snakes lying low and waiting for a moment of dreamy sleep, to slither up on the branches and reach their nest. Mother would often shiver with fear thinking about her small little bird ...child!
But our bird...sitting on the branch, she would look down with curiosity in her eyes, admiring every thing down there, the grasses, the leaves, the dancing grasshopper and waiting to see that dark snake! Thinking where he would be at this moment!
Mother somedays told her about another bird on another tree, who had a beautiful singing voice, ...captured by a hand of those who walk erect and lived in cities.
Nobody heard the singing voice ever again!
But for the child...our little bird every thing was new, she was just learning every thing and was eager to learn every thing on her own!
She had a heart like any other bird. Simple!
There never was a need in their world, to be anything else.
But one day................