Longing

There was a tree who had been there for quite a time. He had looked thousands of living beings crossing by; he even had held some of them. He didn´t care to stand there and just be. It was who he supposed to be.

There was a bird who had been captive for his whole life, but from a time up to now his wings started to grow. Without even noticing it, he flew out of his cage.

The bird stopped under the tree and started to sing without knowing yet he was free. The tree listened to the bird's song and he felt like he could sing along, even if he had no voice.

One day the tree realized he loved the bird. He wanted to tell it but there were no words in his sap. He wanted to hug the little bird but his branches were steady as always. The tree became desperate. The bird still felt imprisoned.

Because of the tree´s sorrow each one of his leaves started to move, creating a small breeze. The bird felt the blowing wind as a soft caress which made him realize he was not captive anymore. The bird flied away, now conscious of his freedom. The tree had to stay there, his roots were already too deep in the soil to even try chasing the bird.

The tree, once again, shook each of his leaves trying to whistle to call his beloved bird, but this made him to raise his wings farther. The bird got lifted by the wind without knowing about the silent cry behind.