He had lived almost his whole life on a fir tree's branch. He had always seen the danger crawling under him but he never could fathom the danger coming from above. In fact, he never knew wether the danger came from above or below him or simply, from nowhere.
Some ephimeral companions had been posturing near him from time to time and some among them seemed to be eternal while others were clearly fleeting at first sight.
He was asking himself all the time about his mission in this world if there really was such a mission. He even asked himself wether the world itself had a mission. Apparently, everything seemed to be uselessness , he didn't know why he was on that tree branch and he thought and thought about all those things.
He never got tired either of listening other companions' voices but they were also ephimeral. Sometimes it seemed as if they were to renain there for ever but sooner or later they were silenced and disappeared; others seemed to be more reliable and durable creating a fake image of reality till they faded away in a blurring and intangible eternity.
He got the feeling he could not sing anymore; he felt old and tired and deluded and without wishing eternity after all the things he had heard and seen from his branch and yet......in the deepest of his heart, he kept the hope when he saw the sun coming from the west, from what once was his home.
In spite of sun's perseverance, he felt already old and tired to start a journey to the East for it could be another fake coming from the nothing and yet, the sun insisted on it every morning!