Try.

Once upon a time a bird spoke to me.

Once upon a time a bird spoke to me.

It was small, quiet.

Easily mistaken for a chirp, a tweet,

the sigh of the wind through the leaves.

But it spoke, to me.

It spoke to me and I heard it.

I understood it.

Once upon a time a bird spoke to me.

I was small, not so quiet.

Easily mistaken for a bubbly kid,

a try-hard,

something in the way.

But it spoke to me.

It spoke to me and I understood it.

Once upon a time a bird spoke to me and it told me a secret.

It told me I should:

try.

I should try to be more.

I should try to be less.

I should try to be kind,

clever.

I should try to be me.

It told me a secret, one I haven’t forgotten.

Once upon a time a bird spoke to me and it told me a secret.

Good only comes from trying.

Bad?

That’ll come anyway.

Success comes from trying,

Regret comes from never.

It told me a secret and I haven’t forgotten.

I try.