Once upon a time
A bird on a tree
Perched on a branch, too small to see
The bird hopped
Arm to arm
Peeking behind the leaves
The bird was happy
The tree and he
Or so he thought, for the tree could not speak
He found a mate
As things go
And built a nest, in its crevice
Raised his children
Through wind and rain
The tree secure, steady – safe from pain
When time had passed and his children grown
They had flown away and left him all alone
He leaned on its trunk
Weary from age
Took one last breath and passed away
The tree as always was stoic and still
It did not care
Never did, never will
Though to the bird the tree meant everything
The bird was but another that had strayed into its branches
Just like that the passing of the bird
Had no one to mourn
Especially not the tree, to whom he did not matter
As the tale shows sometimes it is better
To stay away from those who do not really bother
When one means the world to the other
It is not always the case that the feelings are mutual
So before it hurts, start to distance
Yourself from the people
Just like this tree – they don't really matter
Take flight and go far away
Find another
One who really cares – those are truly important
Inspired during a road trip while passing by countless trees and birds / Reminded me of Two Birds by Regina Spektor
