Bird

Once upon a time there was a little birdie. She lived in a jungle tree and was content with her sweet little nest. One day as she flew by the village nearby, she was amazed by the houses men built. "Neat and near perfect", she marvelled. 

Next day the birdie set out on building a comfortable, roofed house for her self. "I will have one of my own very soon", she assured herself. 

Days, weeks, months flew by and yet her house was nowhere near completion. 

As she perched herself on a rock near the jungle rivulet one autumn morn, the reflection shocked her. Her amber feather was now a dull grey, their lustre all lost. 

As her tears created ripples in the water, she looked up at the sky above. 

The blue was her space, the winds her companion. She missed them terribly and longed to be back in that space.

"Why did I want four walls, when the wilderness is my solace?"

That day the birdie sailed past the layers of cool and nearly touched the Sun. 

The feather was amber once again, her straw strewn nest sang her a sweet lullaby as she embraced peace.