The phoenix and the river
In a distant land where dreams came true, where flowers bloomed in many colors, and where stars came down from the heavens to play with children, there lived a young river that often loved to sing and dance with the wind. Every morning the river sang its song, and every morning the wind danced and sang along.
One morning, while the river was singing, a phoenix approached the river and came to drink of its waters. The phoenix was so majestic, with blue eyes so bright and feathers like gold that shined under the sun. It was beauty beyond compare, beyond nature, beyond words. The river sang to the phoenix a song of admiration and friendship, and the phoenix stood to listen, and the phoenix stood by the river's side for many mornings and many evenings. A beautiful friendship blossomed like all the flowers in the land, but the wind was jealous, it was holding feelings poisoned with malice in its heart.
One morning, as the river awaited the arrival of the phoenix, the phoenix never came to drink and listen to the river's song of admiration and friendship. And the phoenix was never seen again, and the river continued to cry and moan the absence of the phoenix. In time, the river died of sadness, its waters dried and the morning songs turned into silence. Some said the phoenix burned to ashes and the wind, out of jealousy, blew them all across the land so the phoenix could never be reborn again. Others said the phoenix found another river with waters more refreshing and sweet, so it never came back. And the wind, it never danced and sang again.
In a distant land where dreams came true, where flowers bloomed in many colors, and where stars came down from the heavens to play with children, there lived a young river that once loved a phoenix.