Nothing but Wings

Nothing but Wings

     She loved the wonderfulness nature reflected during every sunset; so, she used to contemplate the forest around her from the treetop with astonishment. Frida was a bird, but not a very common one, her feathers were extremely colorful and shiny. She lived in the same tree since hatching.

     One day, while night was falling, Frida was trying to grab a fruit from a thin branch, but the fruit fell down. Then, she tried to look for another fruit, but surprisingly she discovered there was no fruit left in the whole tree. It has not happened before, so Frida knew definitely it was a problem. Her solution was to start crying until someone could come to help her. After some minutes crying, someone listened to her; it was a daring blue bird that got to where she was. His name was Fos.

“Why are you crying?”, Fos asked.

“The only fruit that was left in the tree fell down while I was grabbing it.” Frida answered.

“So what? Could not you just reach it back?”

“How am I supposed to do it? Forget it! It is just impossible.”

“Of course you can reach it by flying down the tree and you will get it back.”

     An awkward silence came immediately, and Fos realized what her problem was. So, he thought: She has never learned how to fly; she does not even know that she can do it. Can you imagine, having wings but do not know what they are for? Suddenly, it came to his mind what he had to do: to teach her what he knew so well.

     During the night Fos taught Frida how to fly; he explained patiently what he considered necessary to know in order to fly. Before he finished to explain everything, a cold breeze blew for some minutes; however, they helped each other to stay warm, which brought her a true feeling of soul companion.

    When the sun began to rise, Fos told Frida that he helped her as much as he could but that he could not stay to see the results. Fos wished her the best and flew away. Then, Frida tried to fly applying what Fos taught her. After some unsuccessful attempts, Frida nailed it. Flying made her feel like painting the sky with her wings. Frida could finally visit, by herself, all the places she contemplated every evening.

Written by Fernanda Vargas Campos