His song is the most beautiful he has ever sung, sweet, clear, delicate and pure. His heart beats faster as he continues his poetic solo. As he sings, the dying branches are revived, colour and strength rushing through its dead arms and fingers. A few limbs plunge into the depths of the ground below and rise up quickly with strength and power. They scratch at the buildings and trophies the people have erected, the same people who are astounded by the capabilities of these rising trees. The Wind spreads the song of the small bird so that all may hear his heart’s song and enjoy his melody.

But as all beautiful songs, the notes begin to fade away. The trees stop their rapid growth to look down at the bird. The gentle Songbird is breathing heavily, exhausted, and close to his own ending song.

“It is finished,” he said, his head sinking, his wings falling limp for eternal rest. The people are motionless. The two new trees gaze down, bewildered. The Wind, however, cannot bear the death of this innocent Songbird. The wind begins to shake and weep. Her fits of sorrow are so great that the buildings, arches, monuments, and awards built absentmindedly sway capriciously until they all topple noisily to the ground. But the people remain attentive to the small Songbird’s still body. The people begin to weep, and soon they remember those departed and forgotten. They all turn on their heels.

The Great Tree smiles as they walk towards the graves, the fallen buildings lining their path. As they explore the cemetery, the Wind brings the small bird back to the Tree, resting him in his nest high up in the Great Tree’s arms. The Wind was still shaking terribly but the Tree stood firm, gazing at the peaceful Songbird. Slowly, the Great Tree removes the heart which is surrounded by his roots and instills it in the Songbird, who groggily jumps back to life.

“I am very pleased with you,” the Great Tree said, smiling a great smile to the Songbird. Seeing this, the Wind rejoiced, dancing with the people joyfully with cool and gentle gusts of wind. The people begin to dance with the Wind, and sing loudly and proudly in reverence when the Songbird rises from his nest. They all rejoice forever.