• Two birds sit on a branch, singling such lovely songs. Now everyone knows that birds sing of love and joy, and these two did just that. To each whistle and chirp, the other replied with much adoration. The branch of which they stood, admired the two little birds. Their song made him strong and long to be heard. Yet with all of his wind, could only muster a slight wisp of a whistle. The birds heard nothing over their cheerful song.

    Over the years these birds returned, and with irony, to the same branch. And each year the branch would attempt to mutter a sound with all his might, that matched the elegance of the others. And each year, the birds smiled at each other, and left just the same, not one of them hearing the branches own eager yet depressing sound.

    The years kept coming, and the birds kept returning. The only thing that ever changed was the strength of the poor branch. He lost hope, and the wind grew still, for he no longer tried to gain the attention of the two birds. It was easy to see that he started to think that there was no hope to gain the good graces of even one of the birds, and with that thought, he began to sag. His strength was weakening, and the beautiful love song turned into poison for this poor branch.

    As time went by, the branch drooped lower, aching from the weight he could no longer hold. Soon, it was too much, and he snapped, tumbling to the ground. With their one comfortable spot the gone the birds fluttered away to find a new home. No more songs for the poor branch, and all was left was the sympathetic wails of the fellow trees. Singing a song to keep him at ease, but the branch just laid there on the cold dewy ground, never again even muttering a sound...
    ... in a world where a bird's love can only be found.