Red Cherry
A small bird lived on a cliff, with her nest tucked into a deep crevice. The cliff was barren, not even a single blade of grass grew there, so the little bird had to fly far away to the woods to find food every day.
One day, the bird found a red cherry and brought it back to her nest. The fruit looked like a beautiful ruby. The bird gently sipped the sweet juice and carefully placed the cherry pit in her nest.
When winter was approaching, the bird left and flew to the warm south. The next spring, she didn’t return to this place—instead, she made her home in a forest. After all, what was there to miss about the barren cliff?
Another spring arrived, and the bird had become a mother. She was taking her three children on a long journey.
“Mom, is that a fat worm?” the three little birds asked from high in the sky.
“No, that’s a winding river,” replied the mother bird.
“How beautiful are those newly sprouting grasses in the field!”
“No, those are tall, lush green trees!” Flying over the river and the fields with her children, they saw a gray cliff ahead.
“Mom, look, there’s a big tree on the cliff…”
“How could a big tree grow there? It’s just a blade of grass,” the mother bird said with a smile. “Kids, don’t always get it wrong!”
But once, it was the mother bird who got it wrong—what emerged from the deep crevice of the cliff was a tall cherry tree: its beautiful green leaves swayed gently in the wind, seeming to wave at the birds; among the green leaves, a red cherry could be seen, shrouded in a magical golden web spun by the sunlight through the tree branches…
“Chirp chirp!” The three little birds landed excitedly on the cherry tree.
“Children, don’t make noise just yet. Look, there’s a nest in the branches, this tree already has an owner!” The mother bird said as she flew to the nest. “Huh, this looks so familiar, it looks like the one I built…” The mother bird suddenly understood: the cherry pit she had kept in her nest years ago had sprouted, pushed through the crevice, and grown into this big tree…
“This is our home…” Tears glistened in the mother bird’s eyes as she nestled with her children in the embrace of the tree, reminiscing about the past.
“Chirp chirp!” The little birds flew to the branches, tasting the delicious red cherries and placing the cherry pits into various crevices in the cliff.
“Mom, when will these cherry pits grow into big trees?”
“When you become parents, this cliff will be covered with cherry trees, bearing many, many beautiful red cherries!”
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
