Little bird! Coooo-eeeee, Little bird! Why are you flying around in such a frantic manner? Have you lost your way? Remember...if you loose your way look for the brightest star in the night sky. When you find it, follow it and it will lead you home! Yes, Little bird? Ohhhhh, how lovely! I also like to sing with the morning sun! Yes, it is beautiful, but let us not forget that the birth of one day signals the start of a fresh chance! Too long have your friends wandered in search of the sky they lost all those years ago! Sometimes, it is important to recognise your home, rather than be forever searching for your next. The time is now, my feathered friend...If you wait but a day and live for tomorrow you miss the life of the present. Well, thank you, Little bird! That is very kind! I must admit though...I say these words to you as I said them to all your kin...FLY! FLY! SING! SING! Bring your voice to those who seek it and hide the desert behind your smile, for one man's troubles are another man's worries.
And then, as the day went in search of the night, Little bird found a place to rest it's fragile wings. It reflected on what it had seen and the different noises, sounds, whispers and songs that it heard. What a wonderful day, thought Little bird as it picked the homeless twigs and fluff from it's wings. Oh, my! What will tomorrow bring?, thought Little bird...and with that his eyes fell and his chest slumped as the exhaustions of the day negotiated a truce with the eager little mind.
Wake up, Little bird! Called the sun from behind a cloak of clouds. I see you, said Little bird as it's rested body awoke with first rays of the morning. Well, gee, said the proud sun as the clouds of night beat a quick retreat into the horizon form whence they came, isn't it time for a song? Little bird was ready and belted out the most brilliant song of all the morning! Birds that were slumbering suddenly joined the chorus and all the little creatures of the forest begun to think, well, if that Little bird can sing so sweetly, then what price all of us together? And with that whole forest was alive with the sound of morning! As Farmer man drank his one and only coffee he looked out of his little farmhouse window and wondered, well I never! The forest is alive and so am I! So, with a flick and skip, he bounced out of the old oak door and joined the celebration of a morning so sweet.
Here comes the sun! Shouted George to Little bird as morning changed it's clothes and became afternoon. Little bird appreciated the warning from George, and found some shade beneath the olde oak tree...Pheweee, said Little bird to the bark, It's a hot day today! Agreed, said the bark, but worry not, my little friend...you can rest your hot and bothered head beneath my canopy of green leaves for as long as you desire. Well, that's awfully kind of you, said Little bird, but I must get going soon as time is a waste if I'm not appreciating it! What kind of talk is that? queried the bark...I've always been able to appreciate things right here, so why can't you? We're different, you and I, replied the soft chirp of Little bird...And with that she fluted away into the mid-day sun...