In the palace, I have seen two birds.
The crow and the Eagle
The crow is good at attacking the Eagle
The Eagle got wounded, but it didn't attack the crow back
Instead, the Eagle ignored and endured the pain, he flew up high
The crow followed the Eagle with his loud and proud actions on almost defeating the Eagle at the middle of the scorching rays of the Sun
The crow and the Eagle are the middle of the Sky.
Suddenly, the crow, becomes silent and slowly losing his air. Until, he died and fell down leaving the Eagle at the middle of the Sky alone.
The Eagle won, by flying up so high.
The birds in the palace, the battle of the brave and the power of getting wounded, indeed the mirror of life.
Just like the Eagle, allow the pain to be endured let the nature do the work.
