On a quiet morning in May, while the sun opens up one of his eyelids pushing away just a little bit of darkness, little bird stirs and ruffles in her nest restlessly. She's been waiting for this moment in her dreams that she will be the first one to sing with her golden voice to-day.
She tip-toe to the edge of her nest carefully, afraid to wake up the rest of her family. She hops to the first brach above her, pauses and turn her head around to consider the best location where her voice can be carried the farthest. She hops in and out the braches a few time. At last she found this branch that seems to extend farthest from the trunk of the tree pointing toward a roll of houses.
She shakes her little head a few times to clear her throat. Then the most amazing song comes out from her. It was like the sound of the magic flute, wrapping around and dancing with the ribbon of the crispy air.
Soon the sun was stired up more by this enchanting melody that he decided to have a peek through the sleepy clouds to see who is singing. Little bird was most delighted that she has an audience. It arouses all the passion and enthusiasum in her to add to her songs. She gave her best performance that day and for many days following.
Meanwhile the people in the neighborhood starts to notice little bird's singing first thing in the morning. And they said how fortunate they are to be treated to the beautiful voice.
Among one of those houses, lives a little boy and his mom. The little boy had been ill for quite some time. His little body was frail and cannot carry him where he wants to go. So he stays home instead of going to school like his friends. His bed was close to the window. Some nights when he could not sleep well, he look forward to day break when he can hear little bird's sweet voice agin. Somehow, it always succeed chasing away his pain.
One day, the little boy thought to himself, how nice it would be if little bird can stay with him all the time and sing to him day and night. So he asked his mom if she would find the prettiest bird cage in town. His mom search through all the stores and came back with a silver cage laced with dainty and intricate metallic flowers. It would make just the right home for little bird.
So every day, the little boy would open wide his window first thing in the morning. He would hang the bird cage right outside the window. On the cage, he would hang different kinds of fruit pieces to attract little bird and inside the cage, he would have a dish of the best bird seeds and a pretty cup for water. Beside them he places the little bird's most favorite fruit - the juiciest and pink looking pomergranite.
After her heartful singing, little bird felt very thirsty and she would circle around until she found something to eat or drink. She had seen this strange looking thing hanging by one of the windowsn in the last few days. This time she decided to fly close to investigate what it is. To her amazement, it hung the very things she has been looking for. It seems like someone was laying out a feast waiting for her. So she flew to the cage and hung on the outside with her little claws. She tried the tasty fruit one by one. Fom time to time she flew back to the branch near by and thinking to herself how lucky she found this wonderful place.
Then one day, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the beautiful pomergranite sitting in side the cage. 'Oh, how I must have missed this rare treat, I must give it a try'. So into the cage she flew. With her little beak, she digs into the juicy fruit and lift up her head for the most satisfying drink in her life.
When she had her fill, she looked around trying to find her way out. Somehow, the opening seems to have disappeared. After some fractic try without success. Little bird settled down to regain her breath. She looked around some more and found the water and bird seeds. Well at least, she would not have to worry about food today.
For the next little while, little bird got used to the little face that perched outside the cage and the kind stranger who keeps bringing her food and delicious treat everyday. She would sing her songs of delight whenever her little tummy is full. She was glad that she does not have to brave the scourging heat, the merciless rain and wind out there any more, nor the threat of the mean looking hawks with their gigantic shadows.
Days go by, the little boy's face was turning pink from pale white and looks like a little red plum with two dark pits. Day after day, his body was revived and grew stronger.
But for some reason, little bird starts to lose her enthusiasum to sing any more. Life is very predictable in the cage. Sometimes, she can't even tell the difference of day and night. She is pleased with such a easy life but she is sad too in a way. She wonders in her head what has gone wrong?
Then comes a day, after the regular providence of abundant fruit and bird seeds, little bird discovered the latch on the door was unhooked. She gave a gentle push with the tip of her wing, the door opens up to her amazement. She stood at the threshold of the door wondering what she should do. Should she leave behind this comfortable place or should she try her wings again?
She fluffed up her feather and pumped up her wings, she was not sure if they would work anymore. All of a sudden, the air around her seem to lift her off her feet, in an instant, she was airborn. She couldn't believe herself this is really happening. She soared above the rolls of houses. She dipped and dived close to the tree tops, the trees seems to open up their arms to cheer her on.
She flew for hours. She could feel her blood running inside her and her heart beating again. At last, the sun even seem to get tire and wants to go to bed. Then little bird took a glide and landed on one of the tree top. For some reason, she feels like singing even at this time of the day. She opens her throat and out pour the most heart warming song. Neighbors were most surprised and delighted to hear that beautiful and familiar voice again. They smiled to each other. Deep in her heart, little bird knew that she had made the right choice.
