User:Merrick le Faucheur



''The tiny bird flies in the blue sky. The sea reflects the blue of the sky. The blue reflection is the sea of the sky. The sea of the sky cried blue tears.''

Among those blue tears, the tiny bird flies.

It flew through different colored worlds; the blue of tears, the orange of smiles, pink of sneezes and feverish cheeks, the red of anger.

''It absorbed each color into its wings, until it was very beautiful. But, it wanted to go to more worlds, and it kept flying. ''

Eventually, the tiny bird absorbed too many colors.

Its wings became dirty, the colors muddied, and before long, its wings turned black.

''Little bird falls and falls and keeps on falling. ''

Little bird has died.