It feels amazing yet brief however as I feel a sudden ache in my outstretched wings. Time for a touchdown. As I glide down effortlessly like tree leaves in autumn, the sparkling reflections of the deep blue river that surrounds the towns flora and fauna engage my sights and set off a profound sense of peace like never before. This is the good life. Here’s a good spot, I say to myself as I land gently by a lone bush of baby blue hibiscus. Such a recurring theme in my life as a bird so far. Blue. I myself am too that colour physically and by name. The Eastern Bluebird, the colour of serenity and wellness within oneself. That sure has a ring to it.
As several colours pass by and surround me, there is one that stands out like a single sunflower. Pink. Pink and Grey, a mixture that I cannot seem to take my eyes off, sits perched in the distance on a tree branch just a few feet away. She is smart and sophisticated, beautiful and talented. The Galah, my blue heart belongs to her. Suddenly, there is a tingling rush sensation that engulfs my entire being causing my ombre feathers to tremble slightly. I believe this is what the humans call ‘love’.
Suddenly, just when I thought she couldn’t be any more mesmerising, almost as a sign of motivation, she perks up and extends her wing outward for all to see. The passion with which she does so, along with the beauty of her shades, is enough to set my heart alight with adoration and before I know it, I am halfway to her hollowed-out nest. I begin to quiver with joyous nerves as I am both over the moon to be in her presence, but fully aware that she may just fly away. To my astonishment, she stays put. I am by her side like a groom to his bride at the altar. As the petals gently brush against her tail, she finally turns to face me. Lost in her eyes that shine like pearls, I am spellbound.
“Hello, Bluebird.” she says softly, not once averting her gaze. “H-hi.” I reply with a slight stutter. “I bring you this flower as a token of my admiration for your beauty and as a representation of my desire for your love.” A brief silence is followed as she takes in my words. Pinky red glistening eyes travel up the stem, around the petals and finally focus back on mine. Without warning, she takes the flower in her beak with care and places it amongst her neatly sorted pile of sticks and leaves.
In seconds, she speaks again with that beautiful voice that resembles a sweet melody. “Gratitude does not even begin to describe my feelings toward your gesture.” she says with a tilt of her head. “Your giving nature is simply divine. But less me confess…” she continues as I prepare for what is to come next. “The river here, as you know, reflects. In its reflections, I caught your loving stare.” She could in fact see me after all. “Rather than feel discomfort, I felt a new beginning. But most importantly, I sensed your individuality as a result of being yourself. So it is with honour and deepest respect that I accept your gift for what it is, but as reassurance…” she says with a caress of my wing. “You alone are already all you will ever need to be.” With a knowing look, she holds onto me as we take off together into the sunset.
