There was once a songbird who lived among many voices. Each dawn, it opened its beak to sing, but then stopped. “What if my song is not as sweet as the others? What if my notes are wrong?” So the bird remained silent, hiding its song deep inside.
Over time, the forest grew quieter. Though the other birds still sang, something was missing. One day a gentle wind whispered through the trees, “Your song belongs to the world, not because it is perfect, but because it is yours.”
The bird trembled, then let out a single note. The sound was small and unsure, but the forest stirred. Encouraged, it sang again, louder, until its voice filled the air. To its surprise, the forest did not judge it rejoiced.
The songbird learned that the world does not need flawless voices. It needs true ones. From then on, it sang each morning, a reminder that spirit is set free through honest expression.
