Amy looked at the tree with glee; the big old tree with cracked surface all over its body. On one of its many branches, there lies a nest with newly hatched chicks. Under the cool shade and the light breeze, she lied down and imagined the clouds on the sky slowly transformed themselves into plushy dolls – there, an elephant; and to its right is a dog’s head; below it was a big fat eel.

Something that she enjoyed most was the chirping on the old tree; the quiet park with some old people feeding the pigeons and kids playing ball. Then she hummed a sweet tune, using the chirping of the birds as some random accompaniment and slowly, she stood up and dance around the tree; a step on the left, a step on the right and there she skipped lightly, while continue singing.

Out of her expectation, the kids ran away quickly as if a wolf were chasing them. She halted her dancing and slow down her humming, looking at aside to see what had happened. On a bench where the boys were playing nearby, a man in ragged clothes, covered with dirt as if he came out from the stinking sewage, took up the ball left forgotten by the boys. Suddenly, he looked at Amy without any expression and asked “Mind to play with me?”

They threw the ball to each other and fetch. Then the stranger asked her many questions such as “Do you like the birds?” that relates to almost everything in the park. Without any sign of worry, Amy answered his questions, which were mostly agreeing and also explained why she liked them. After a few more rounds, the man sat on the ground and asked.

“Do you know what are the birds chirping about?”
“No I don’t”
“Why would you like the chirping since you don’t even know the meaning of it?”
“Because it sounds good, isn’t it?”
“No it’s not absolutely correct”, he stood up and look at the tree “I can hear its sad sound; the mother bird won’t return to them”
“And how do you know that, sir?”
“I have been noticing the tree for sometime. No bird ever went to the nest and feed the chicks, and tell me, would you be singing like a princess while you are starving to death in reality?"
“No…”
“That is what you have learned today”.

He left the park slowly, leaving the ball and took Amy’s attention for some time. She stared at him, both angered and sad. With her agile body, she took down the nest carefully and ran away crying, insisted that she would take care of the chicks until they could fly. Except for the sounds of the leaves being blown, the park was quiet, again.