I set out, one fine morning for a walk
And I listened to a bird sitting on a rock
As I neared the dear little thing
Unusually, it didn't take off on its wing
I smiled at it and I had a shock
The little bird also could talk!
Said the bird, "Good morning young lady
Settle down near me, the place is quite shady
Listen to my story with little patience
For it'll tell you more than you know.
Said I "Oh wise bird! Who has the power of speech?
I'll listen to your story if something it'll teach"
Said the bird "Long ago, when I was a chick
My mother died because she was sick
My father taught how to fly.
On my wings to sour in the sky
I decided it was time for me
To see the world beyond my tree
I took off on my colourful wings
To the place I hadn't seen before
There were tall things made of brick
And the smoke that filled the air made me sick
There were many noisy honking things
Even today, in my ears that noice rings
I was sorry for leaving my tree
For I was troubled though I was free
I flew and flew until one lucky day
I saw the green of meadows after coming a long way
I rested on a bush with flowers like pearl
I turned back in time to see a little girl
Whose eyes could make my mind fly
I sang a sweet song, I didn't know why!
On seeing little girl's love-filled gage.
I realised the entire world does not have cruel ways
There is a silver lining for each cloud,
Of which, we are all proud.
This is where my fine young lady
I stop my adventurous life's story".
Said I "from your story, I have learnt many a lesson
But now it is late and I must run
I thank you for your story
With a heart full of sorrows I have to say .adieu.!
Saying this I walked away
I learnt that when there is night, there will be day
When there is sorrow, there'll be time when we are gay.
