When the world was young and new,
All the birds had feathers of one hue.
God decided to give them colors bright,
And called them all to see the light.
But one bird was busy with her nest,
She had to feed her little guests,
She could not leave them all alone,
So she stayed behind and missed the show.
When she finally flew to God’s abode,
She found that he had no more code.
All the colors he had used before,
He said he had no more in store.
The bird was sad and felt ashamed,
She thought that she was to be blamed.
But God saw her sorrow and her pain,
And thought of something to ease her strain.
He said, “My child, do not despair,
I have a special gift to share.
You may not have the colors of the rest,
But you will have something they can’t best.
I give you now a voice so sweet,
That none can match or ever beat.
You will sing with beauty and with grace,
And fill the evenings with your embrace.
You are the nightingale, my dear,
The songbird of the atmosphere,
You will charm the hearts of all who hear,
And make them smile from ear to ear.
Moral: Beauty is not only in appearance but also in character and expression. We should never forget that every one of us has a unique talent that makes us special. Also, we should not always rush to be the first ones on everything, because, as the tale shows, sometimes, the last one to receive a gift gets the best one of all.
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