Long time ago, there was a bird.

The bird could fly, to the highest of the mountains.

The bird could sing, with the loneliest voice.

It was a bird of happiness.

It was a bird of sadness.

One night she talked to a tree.

The tree told her all birds should fly south.

So the bird flew south, to the very south.

Just like all other birds.

It flew with them. It flew south.

And it became one of the flocks.

It flew, but it no longer sang.