Sparrow Scribe Says: My Heart Skips a Beat as The Harmonious Hatchling Skips Through The Wood

Another quest of finding the missing lyrics. This sound a little bit too adventurous, but you might call me boring once you know that only my mind has travelled the realm while my limb is perching on top of my favorite Ami Tree that keeps rubbing against each other, echoing my favorite record.

As I was pecking and gawking ideas at my journal, there was a delicate singing from deep in the forest. Her voice is as delicate and as creamy as the sunray, it touches and warmed. Resonated from a light steps that skips through the leaves and fallen branches.

I recognized her. I saw her somewhere... Ah! At the Mother Bird’s Glory Nest! That bobbing sunbeam is no other than the Harmonious Hatchling. The author of the gleaming chirps of 'hello, friend' and 'have a good day' and put the birds and the bards on their happiest beaks. Brightly taking an evening stroll enjoying the sweet-smelling weather.

I drill my eyes on the crown of her head. There's something I don't get about her; how her voice rings clearly while, at the same time, resonates deeply in my heart. It's fluttering, her delicious chorus is moving me with delight and excitement of a happiest picnic. It bestows the tiny feets to keep dancing with wonders to every of its sprightly tunes.

And I love her for that. Everybody does.