There once was a small bird. This small bird loved big things. This small bird loved this tree. The tree loved the sky and would reach to it. All the small bird wanted to be was the sky. In the end the bird could only sit on the branch and build its nest in the tree. The tree was reliable but only reached for the sky. The bird didn't want to hurt the tree so it kept it as a small home. The bird would sleep in its small nest knowing every second the tree was reaching for the sky. When the tree met the sky, and the sky met the tree they kissed in true harmony and the bird could only cry. The small bird watched the tree and the sky look beautiful together. The bird is free to fly in the sky. The bird is free to sit in the tree. The bird sadly had neither. All the bird wanted was for the tree to reach to the bird.
