Getting to know her...one morn...

'God!
Haven't ever heard so many birds
Singing and chirping in unison...
What for?
Why this joyous motion?'
he thought
as he stopped
In a midst of unprecedented greenery
A dawn yet to break out
A night yet to close out...
An idyllic scenery...

'you are so thirsty...
Are you not?'
he heard a chirp...
A sweet chirp...
And looking back
he found her...
A girlish woman
In her blue and white...
A swan...

'yes...
i am...
And so i am here...
But ...
Tell me bird...
Why this chirp?
This incessant song?'

'celebration...
We are all celebrating Life...
And being birds
We know exact
When to celebrate
And how...

Just listen...
To the celebration...'

She said
The bird of the blue...
The white swan...

And sitting on a log
he by her side...
Heard...
So many songs...

'tweet tweet...
Tu-rutu tu-rutu...
t turu t turu...
Tut tut tut tut...'

Endless they seemed...
A cacophony...

'why you choose this hour?'
he asked...
Still in a trance...
A sense of pure honey
Dripping somewhere within...

'for at the dawn
We birds know
We got another life
Another day...
To live...
To celebrate...

So we sing out
Loud
Sing songs of love...
Express our biggest widest dreams...
Our joys...
Our everything...
That's how we start the day
For we know come what may
This morning we got
A moment to reckon
With hope and pristine love...
So we sing
Loving us...
Our sense of being...
And Life...'
She sang
Soft
Telling him...
The secret of their being...

'but then...
Why cuckoos sing
the whole day of spring?'

'O their clan is the most poetic...
They live and die with spring
To only spring they stick
For in other seasons they have too many works...
In other seasons they have all hardships...
Only in spring
They are let out free
By the He...
So they take spring
Into them
Till they get the satiety...
And get enough
To survive all hurricanes and storms...
All chill of winter...
All leafless life of autumn...
All scorching heat of summer...
Poets are like that...
They survive on memories...
Happy ones...
That's their clan...'

She explained smiling...
he looked at her
White skirt...
White top...
With yellow painted flowers
And her blue crystal eyes...

'Zeus is up
Awake...
And I have to go now...
I need to fly...
My friend...'

Saying this she smiled again...
he felt a happy pain
Somewhere in his heart...
But true friends never part...
he knew that...
So he stood up
And watched
How she had taken her flight
And standing tiny
he only her admired...

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