It was a pure dawn when he left his frantic pain barking behind him. The window to his heart was widely opened, he was staring at the velvet horizon; waiting for that chanting bird to nest inside and grain the seeds of love.
His eyes were dwelling; looking for the tree of wisdom to plant it inside his mind.
He was hiding an upcoming smile behind his pearly tears; those precious tears were falling down; reviving the thirsty soil.
Out of nowhere the historical tree appeared holding the charming little bird; their wise words and magical tunes filled the empty void till they embedded his thirsty soul with peace; relief and happiness.
It was a magical scene that the tree will keep it in the roots and the bird will sing it forever!