A boy got chased by wolves
and got lost in a forest.
He knew of all the dangers that would arise.
He was aware.

The trees created clouds of leaves.
No light pierced through. Nothing.
He couldn't see.
But he could hear.

He heard a sparrows chirp.
And though he know not where she might take him.
He blindly followed her.
All she needed to do was chirp.

She led him out of the forest.
Out to safety. But it was nightfall.
It was still dark and dangerous.
And night brings fowler things then wolves.

It brought creatures from the deep.
The sparrow sat on the boys shoulder as they walked.
They walked alone until they came to a river.
They were afraid of what lies in the deep.

A fair tale was heard from quite a distance.
A ballad of a Robin and the Star of the Sea.
A siren was recalling.
Telling the tale while gently splitting the waves with her fair scales.

She approached the boy and his sparrow and she explained the story. But they got lost in conversation.
For you see, the sparrow knew that the conversation would create safety.
And that conversation would protect him from the night.

The Sparrow and the boy need not fear what may come.
Yet embrace it. Adapt to it.
Let happen what is to be done.
Let the story write itself.


The Ballad of a Robin and the Star of the Sea.

'Oh a Robin he gazed upon a star one night, a star that shined the brightest light. Wishing shed fall and fly with him. Each night he sang her to sleep.  Until one day she escaped the sky and the Robin chased her and flew after her. But the star fell and sank in the River Grace. Yet the star still shined brighter, even brighter then before and the Robin still gazed upon this star, a star now reflecting the waves of the deep. Now the Robin noticed that the star was now closer then before, therefore the acted upon it. Some say the Robin swam to the star and managed to reach her, and stayed down there with her. Others recall the tale of how one ray would fall directly on the Robins red chest and he'd sing to her and the star would echo the song all across the river. Some creatures recall hearing it..."