A Robin, Blackbird, and Swan. To dream or not a dream
Little Robin sitting alone tweeting away to draw attention. Blackbird on a nearby tree, heard Robin’s call for company. Robin was so pleased when Blackbird sat with him; loneliness forgotten, empathy and friendship shone; a shining light and more. They talked about many topics, especially flying around the sky, and seeing treetops from above so high.
“Come fly with me,” Blackbird said. “Join me on a flight so high with me; no risk nor solitude.”
Robin did not like heights, and although never endeavoured, felt happier closer to the ground.
Talking for such a long, long time, they shared their love of Nature and freedom to fly.
Time passed by and Blackbird asked, “Have you ever seen a swan?”
Blackbird had indeed, but not his newfound friend.
“A swan makes you dream of seeing far above and beyond. No fear; just joy of infinite sky.”
They flew together, close to the ground, until a river glinted in their eyes.
“I will introduce you to Her Royal Highness, Queen of Swans. It may feel a little strange, but the Queen of Swans will rest your fear of heights and beyond.”
So friendly, so beautiful, such royal wings. Monarchy of Nature.
“Come sit between my wings, dear Robin. Fear not dream of flying high.”
Apprehension disappeared as Robin sat between the wings.
“Bye bye,” said Robin to his friend Blackbird. Fear replaced; vibes excited.
“Hold onto one of my feathers; ready to dream of sights anew.”
Queen of Swan’s wings spread wide and graceful; neck so long in regal glory.
“Look above, below, and sideways too, young Robin. Infinite landscape new to you. And downwards to the ground so far.”
Her Royal Highness spoke so softly. Happiness blessed Robin anew.
His friend Blackbird stood below waiving, singing, heart aglow.
Robin was in a magical dream or was it real?
Further along the sky, they flew. “Am I dreaming, your Majesty?” asked Robin. Her Highness replied, “Your dream is but real. Reality is a dream come true.”
Eventually, Robin slept, so calm and serene.
Regal Swan did land so gently, water rippling; spreading a wing to the river edge where Robin walked along offered wing to the river bank and thanked Her Majesty the Swan.
“You are welcome”, Swan replied, quietly lifting off to leave, flying as an angel so supreme.
Greeted by Blackbird, his new friend. “What think you of your flight, asked Blackbird?”
“So surreal it was to me that memories will last forever more. Was it a dream or a reality come true? I do believe I was dreaming. Flying atop a Royal Swan challenges reality, where doubt enters the equation. Did it really happen? I must have been dreaming for sure.”
“Robin my friend, you think you were dreaming, but what is held in your little feet?” Robin looked upon his feet. A white feather of the Royal Swan was clear to see.
Was he asleep and dreaming, awakening in another dream?
Lifting a feather to his beak, the scent of Her Regal Majesty blessed his senses. It was so real. But surreal too. Reality caressing his tiny heart.
His friend, Blackbird, had a look in his eyes; a gentle smile. “Whether a dream to you, my friend, her Regal feather will prove your story. You flew the heavens with Her Majesty Queen of Swans.
Dream or reality matters not. A regal white feather tells a story, a fairytale come true.
