The Tree and The Bird
Until one day he came by to her life
She was just a little tree back then,
and he wasn't the prettiest bird of all.
And unlike any other bird, he didn't like singing.
He didn't like chirping, either.
He was so quiet, even she didn't realize that after all,
after all the years he was quietly sitting on her branches
'Til one day he accidentally started humming
She was so amazed, she never thought that
the bird that appeared to be dull, colorless,
could be that interesting
They started talking, the tree and the bird,
She never forgets the way his hazel eyes glimmered
When he talked about the world he saw
He talked about the great mountains, the valleys,
The oceans, the shoreline, his favorite place
She couldn't imagine how the ocean looked like
When everything that surrounded her was green,
how could she ever imagine how blue seemed like?
He told her about the big word out there,
the city streets, the beautiful night lights,
Just like the stars, she said?
Even better, he promised.
She closed her eyes, she tried to believe everything he said
She imagined that one day she would see all those places
He opened her eyes to this world she never knew
But she did not have wings, all she had was roots
She tried to flap her branches as she saw he flapped his wings.
But instead of flying, her leaves fell off to the ground
She realized they were different, but she loved him with all of her heart
She embraced him with her leaves, tried to protect him from the Mighty Sun
She gave him the shelter, the place where he could stay
Every single day the bird would sit on her branches
Every single day he would tell a new story
'Til she actually forgot that he was a bird,
and the wings that actually made him one,
She forgot...... until one day he disappeared
And she waited, and waited........ for the bird to come back
Will he sit on other tree's branches?
Will he tell the story to any other tree?
She waited..... and the days turned to weeks
And weeks turned to months
And months turned to years
And years turned to the day she stopped counting
To any other bird that came by after him,
all of them would always leave
But he, he was the first one to leave, he actually left mark
Though she stopped waiting, she never stopped remembering.
But without realizing it, she started to grow
Taller, stronger,
Better,
She started to see this world the way he always sees it
Now she understood what the fuss was all about
The color of the skies, the wide ocean, the shoreline,
the city lights that probably where he is right now
Sometimes she's still gazing from a far, wondering where he is,
or what kind of story he would tell if he ever sat with her again,
But she's the tree,
She has always been the tree.
And he's the bird
He has wings.
And that's probably why she'd never see him again.
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