Sparrow Scribe Says: The Adroit Hum and Tum of My Dreamy Dacnis

A curious soul is hopping from one branch to another with so many questions on her head. Many things are lingering on her mind, keeping her dream lively at night - wandering, wondering. Her thoughts resonating around those who are close to her, then around the good things to help her grow and prosper.

The next day, the Dreamy Dacnis wakes up to travel and find the answer to the question of her dream. On why is the sky appear so high up, why is the blood splashing in a shade of burning red, and why is the land seems to be peaceful while unguarded.

She sings a heavenly chirp through fast rhymes or slow melodies. When it’s fast, it’s all in different shapes; in scratches, in boxes, it turns, it flips. I am always amazed, and everyone is also.

“This is my first time flying in perplexing beats.”

But it doesn't really matter.

Because when all the sounds are asleep, the Dreamy Dacnis would also hum the softest lullaby to drive away all the fatigue. This is a secret, the secret on how all the birds and the bards would wake up and start their days anew and all the misfortune of the past would become a lesson. She let us tuck away all the sadness into the fuel to the lightest step towards tomorrow's festivity.

On the Dreamy Dacnis neck, there hanging a small sparkly terrarium full of the lyrics, the moments with the loved ones. It’s gleaming magnificently in the day, and radiating light and warmth at night. An eternal bulb painted with sunflower and clear skies.

It’s her flying buddy. It glints while she continues to flap her wings further. But no matter how far she ventures, she embraces her home, and for some, she is home.