“why is it you flit about so?”
said the tree to the sparrow
“i want to touch the sun”
she replied
“touch the sun? but, can’t you feel it?”
the tree queried
“it’s light filters through my leaves.
where are your leaves that you cannot feel the sun?”
he enquired
the sparrow, much perplexed,
hopped from foot to foot
“leaves?” she asked
“all I feel is the wind in my feathers”

the tree sighed
“ahh, the wind is such a reckless friend”
“how do you mean?” exclaimed the sparrow,
taken aback by the tree’s groundless claim
“the wind is a steadfast friend.
without the wind, I tumble”

his leaves rustled
“for such a flighty creature as you,
a flighty friend is not so alarming”
the tree murmured

the sparrow, insulted, fluttered
into the flickering wind

and she tumbled.