A fish and a bird may fall in love, but for the murky edge of the water, they shall have no where to live.

The fish’s tale floats like an oriental fan peacefully in the shallow blue of the water. Her golden scales dance with the sunlight as she shines her being to the heavens like a rare and precious diamond.

The bird in the tree is as lovely as a flower. His chest pimped and puffed like a proud and noble soldier. He spreads his wings like an angel as he dives through the branches of the wise green tree.

As the regal and glorious bird glides through the silver skies reveling in his freedom, the fish and her jewel like elegance float effortlessly down the channels of the sun kissed lake gliding and darting from place-to-place in a continuous underwater waltz.

The bird, thirsty from a days flight glides to the sandy banks of the lake and sips at the cool clear water. His eyes fix on a glistening jewel that is rising from the depths, as the vision becomes clearer the bird is stunned to realize that he is caught by the magnificent image of a fish and in an instant he is pained by a love so deep and desperate that he is unable to continue to drink. The fish too, looks up to see the proud and distinguished vision of the bird and falls helplessly in love as if a spell has been cast over her heart.

Unable to embrace, the fish and the bird dedicate themselves to spending the days lovingly positioned at the waters edge. One wet and one dry, they honor each others splendid beauty through time. The fish, who wishes desperately for flight, becomes so saddened by her water bound existence that her scales become dull and no longer radiate to the heavens. And the bird, freer than all other creatures is now captive to commitment and chained to his lover. Both are locked in a prison of time, hostage to the first sun-kissed moments of meeting and burdened by the knowledge that a fish and a bird may fall in love, but for the murky edge of the water, they shall have no where to live.

As the months pass and the warm glow of the sun is replaced by the cool beginnings of a cold and sorrowful winter, the bird and the fish begin to despair. Each of their hearts silently realising that while they love each other desperately, theirs is a hopeless dream.

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A fish and a bird may fall in love, but for the murky edge of the water, they shall have no where to live.

The fish’s tale floats like an oriental fan peacefully in the shallow blue of the water. Her golden scales dance with the sunlight as she shines her being to the heavens like a rare and precious diamond.

The bird in the tree is as lovely as a flower. His chest pimped and puffed like a proud and noble soldier. He spreads his wings like an angel as he dives through the branches of the wise green tree.

As the regal and glorious bird glides through the silver skies reveling in his freedom, the fish and her jewel like elegance float effortlessly down the channels of the sun kissed lake gliding and darting from place-to-place in a continuous underwater waltz.

The bird, thirsty from a days flight glides to the sandy banks of the lake and sips at the cool clear water. His eyes fix on a glistening jewel that is rising from the depths, as the vision becomes clearer the bird is stunned to realize that he is caught by the magnificent image of a fish and in an instant he is pained by a love so deep and desperate that he is unable to continue to drink. The fish too, looks up to see the proud and distinguished vision of the bird and falls helplessly in love as if a spell has been cast over her heart.

Unable to embrace, the fish and the bird dedicate themselves to spending the days lovingly positioned at the waters edge. One wet and one dry, they honor each others splendid beauty through time. The fish, who wishes desperately for flight, becomes so saddened by her water bound existence that her scales become dull and no longer radiate to the heavens. And the bird, freer than all other creatures is now captive to commitment and chained to his lover. Both are locked in a prison of time, hostage to the first sun-kissed moments of meeting and burdened by the knowledge that a fish and a bird may fall in love, but for the murky edge of the water, they shall have no where to live.

 As the months pass and the warm glow of the sun is replaced by the cool beginnings of a cold and sorrowful winter, the bird and the fish begin to despair. Each of their hearts silently realising that while they love each other desperately, theirs is but a hopeless dream.