Once
upon a time,
There
is a little and blue bird that often cried.
It
cried to its mom and said.
Why
did I not have the sharp eye.
A
eagle can see preys and catch them from thousands mile.
A
cock cock-a-doodle-do in the morning under the first sunlight.
A
peacock has a colorful and beautiful tail to lure its wife.
I
don't have anything to be admired.
I will
cry, cry and cry until I die.
The
little bird's mom said.
Don't
cry, my little baby.
A
blue bird like us can sing elegant melodies but eagle can't.
We
can soar and flutter in the sky but cocks and peacocks can't fly.
Thus
we can't fly as fast as eagle.
Even
if we can't be beautiful as peacock, out feather is as azure-blue as the sky.
We
still have our gifts which is useful for life.
Cheer
up! Enjoy yourself and you'll be fine.
A
little bird skips up and down.
Chirp
and tweet around its mom.
I
see. I see. All things in their being are good for something.
No more will I cry.
