one Corvus

Once, an army of birds went for wars. Of  power, of mighty, of colonial, of territory, to  conquer, to win a kingdom. The battle was rage and  violence of blood and fire  and all the feathers all batalion burn.

One Corvus, fighting and flew so far and high. He won the duel, with great cost. It cost his once beautiful white feather into dark  filthy damage wings.  He grew tired of this endless life and death battles, and regret, and saddest emotion in him, all he seen the dying and dead birds - 

all of them are Corvus. 

He flew further far away and higher till he reach beyond the sky and cloud , of endless sorrow he consume to himself, he wish to be burn to the sun, enemy of all being. His wings burn in to the light. 

The Sun, had always known himself, understood the nature of all being,  creature underneath . The Sun of greater power  call upon Rain and Storm. The Corvus fight another battles, a battles he knew nothing and only have himself once again defeated. He no longer able to fly, obey the nature rules of much greater than any battles he had encounters. The sweet surrender had him fall to garden at the end of desert. An oasis , piece of Paradise.  His sorrow day and night. Enduring pain of losing all he knew about life. 

A Jasmine bloom so everly beautiful and frangrance to the garden witness the Corvus despair. The Jasmine are hesitated to fall grace their white petals,  as the Corvus are not dead. Jasmine only touch those that died, accompany them and back return to earth.

'i do not wish to ask why are you crying, 

     as i have seen  your wings turn to forever dark and black  of the war and sun'

'i do not wish to ask why are you crying still,

    as i know the cost of any war are always bring saddest to those who live and left behind'

 

'i do wish of telling you, cry no more, the Sun and the Rain  had seen it all. All to well. Giving light and water yet not walk the same road, like dawn and sunset '

'i do wish of telling you, sleep, rest , seek a little further, walk a little far, fly a little away, 

     as i know something hopeful await for you'

' what is hope? '

                      ask the Corvus

 

' something beautiful' 

                      the Jasmine answer.

 

 A little feather of his still unbroken.

 

The Corvus sleep, rest , seek a little a further, walk a little far, fly a little futher away.

He meet a flock of  Columbidae by the lake, in the garden, foot of the mountains. Of diversity colour, size, shape, feather pattern. All of freedom and peace fly away , fly away.

One Columbidae,  ask 

' Why are you cover in dark  and  black  ? '

 

'The black of my feather of my own fault, remind the wars should not be in fate.

The dark of my feather are the colour of my heart of sorrow and regret and wish to be burn to the Sun'

         mourn the Corvus.

'Have you loss a friends? '

'Yes, I have ' answer the Corvus.

 

' And you seen it all the death? '

' Yes, i have' answer the Corvus

 

'Would you change anything ?'

' Perhaps i may change path , but, i still would think there always will be wars in any giving path, the nature of creature are senseless . If not today, tomorrow, perhaps. How can i change, i am to be fate of such  to wars'  answer the Corvus.

 

' It's sadly true'  said the  Colombidae  ' Some things are unavoidable' 

'Like the light and brightest of The Sun, the fiery of The Rain and The Storm, the nature of Corvus.

still, for as long  as day with dusk and dawn ,  we must not forgotten the all of being that live and dead'

 

' How must we endure it  ? '  ask the Corvus.

'Tell us what you seen , we are your witness to your sorrow and sadness, of pain, of suffering. We tell it a story , so others may not duel in sorrow of wars to came, better yet to understand the nature of war, to seek of  better  life. It is with hope '

The Corvus begin his story.

As days pass by, to week, to months and many years, all flock of Columbidae fly all over the  continent, with message in their heart, tell the story of Corvus, of wars, of Sun, of lesson to learn and  of hope.