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The Wood Thrush’s Song
ОглавлениеThe wood thrush was very scared and quite hungry, so he let out a cry that other birds might hear. The note split the air with its harshness. All the other birds flew away.
One day the wood thrush saw a sunflower growing so high that it touched the branch on which he was perching.
“What a magnificent show,” he said to himself. “I must do something to show my appreciation!”
He tried clapping, but there was no sound. He flapped his wings, but he only managed to stir the air around him.
Suddenly, without thinking, he felt within himself a deep joy he had never felt before, so he let it rise from within until he couldn’t help but release it. And one of the most beautiful sounds he had ever heard echoed across the woodlands. He thought it was the song of angels, until he realized that when he stopped, so, too, did the song.
“It’s me! I am the songbird!” The wood thrush looked down at the sunflower and sang again a song of great praise.
MORAL: Joy may be brief, but it is worth living for such moments.