Long ago in those old peaks, sat a man nither rich, nor of power, but a simpile farmer. He lived a humble life tending to his small feild, tilling the soil for his corn, and beans. This man was by no means a master of his trade, so more times than not worked on a empty stomach.
This year had been particualy bad for the poor farmer. Drought, pestilance, and varmit had plauged his crops, and all refuse to sprout. The man, overcome with much greif, fell to his knees and cried. He cried for his lost hope, his stupidity for ever leaving his pretty city to the south, his misfourtune. Inbetween the quiet sobs and almost non existant tears, a song came to his ears.
It was song he had heard many times before, but it was so pretty. The symphany in his grand city only wished they could play such beautiful music, and to further its marvel, it came from a unlikly source. A single song bird. One the farmer knew well for every morning he would come and listen to the birds harmonic tune. He would sit on the man's windowsili singing just for him, almost to give him just enough hope to make it through the long days.
On this day the mistro bird flew down to his shoulder and sang for him. This song so familiar but with more power to its traquil notes. Willing him not to lose hope and that all will be fine. The man fell into the power of the song let it carry his thoughts, and heart to better times. Times of plenty, and joy. Times when he could remeber the look of his smile. When his dreams carried his step and he did not know the bitter taste of unkept sorrows. He found himself smiling at such a presiouse tune, felt his heart swell and the strength of hope return.
The man at peace opened his eyes, and when he did he could not believe what they showed him. If he did not know better the great graden of the Euphrates had sprung up in his small feild. Corn stalks nine feet tall, leaves sagging with the abundnce with there golden harvest. Bean plants wide and vast as the great lakes to the north engulfed the ground.
Within this mans heart he knew all his worldy issues had been solved. He plucked a bean from the ground and gave it to his feathered friend. "Thank you" was all that he could utter as the song bird flew back to its nest in the ancient oak, and the man began his much sought work.
To be continued......
