“I love you”, said the tree to the river.
“But which part of me?” said the river.
Is it the part that you see
reflecting your beauty?
Or the part that you feel
gently tickling your roots,
deliciously drenching your soul?
How about my other parts?
My very shallow,
my very deep,
my very dark recesses?
My ever changing,
ever flowing self?
My rough, turbulent, murky,
rocky, noisy, brutal,
dangerous, raging self?
Do you love them too?
Do you even know them?
The Bird Chronicles #6
Just because you have wings
doesn’t mean
you have to fly all the time.
Sometimes,
you can’t even crawl out of your nest
and that’s fine.
You stay there for as long as you need.
Sometimes,
you stare at life as it passes you by
and that’s fine too.
You catch up when you can
Or maybe not.
Keep to your own pace. Life is not a race.
THE BIRD CHRONICLES #4
So the bird spread its wings & flew away.
And it flew and flew and travelled the world
and found many great places.
Until one day it came back & the tree asked:
“Did you find a good place to stay?”
“Yes,” said the bird.
“And did you find happiness? Are you finally happy?”
The bird looked away and said softly,
“You don’t find your happiness anywhere. You carry it with you.”
Once there was a seed
that fell down to the ground.
It was dejected to have been separated
from the tree
which has always been its home.
“It’s okay,” said the tree.
“You had to fall so you can be planted
and you can grow”.
But the seed didn’t see how this could be so.
“How could there be life in me,
when it is you that sustained me?”
So, it went to a deep sleep,
believing it was the end.
Until one day it woke up,
with the sun kissing its tiny leaf.
And it said to the tree:
“I’m sorry I didn’t believe you.”
The tree answered:
“It doesn’t matter.
I believed in you.”
The Bird Chronicles #2
“Because you always listen to me, I learned how to sing beautifully,” said the bird.
“No, little one. You were always meant to sing beautifully. You sing because you have a song within you,” answered the tree.
And the bird said, “But what good is a beautiful song, if there is no one to listen?”
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Dedicated with all my love to my grandparents Pedro, Ben, Carmen & Rosa
The Bird Chronicles #4
“I’m too old to fly now,” said the old bird. “My wings are too weak and my eyes are tired. My time here is up. Now tell me, have I loved you enough?”
“Yes, more than enough,” said the little bird. “and I love you.”
“That is all I need to hear. I can go in peace.”
“But it’s so hard to let you go.”
“I’m not yours to let go, my child. I’m going home now to the One who sent me here.”
“Then fly away home in peace, our dearest one. And bring my love with you.”
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The Bird Chronicles #3
“I know,” said the tree. “You were born to fly after all.”
The bird answered, “No, my friend. I was born with wings.
I chose to fly with it.”
Once there was a little tree
planted beside an old apple tree.
It was growing beautifully,
and they both knew she would
soon be cut down when the holidays arrive.
One day the old tree said:
“Are you scared and angry that
they will soon cut you to serve as their Christmas tree?”
The little tree answered:
“But that is what I am here for. We were both planted for a purpose.
You to give fruits and shade, and me to give joy on Christmas.
We are both here to make others happy.
I may die afterwards, but I would have served my purpose.
Isn’t that what matters?”
