One day, she wrote a heartfelt message, tied it to a pigeon’s wings, and sent it on its way. She hoped the message would reach you, but then a thought struck her—it felt incomplete, as if some colors still needed to be filled in with words. In that same haste and impatience, she sent a butterfly as well, thinking perhaps its beauty and delicate wings would convey the message to you more effectively.
Then another thought stirred in her heart, leaving her unsettled again. "Will this message truly reveal the intensity of my love, my yearning, the fire within me?" A faint worry emerged that maybe a pigeon or butterfly alone couldn’t fully capture the depth of her emotions. So she sent a nightingale too, hoping that in its songs, you’d catch a glimpse of that longing, that her heart's rhythm might be felt in its melodies.
Yet, her heart remained restless. Another wave of unease arose, and she thought perhaps only the cuckoo’s sweet and melodious voice could truly convey the message’s intensity to you. Once she sent the cuckoo, she finally felt her message might now be complete. She took a deep breath, feeling a sense of peace.
Just then, a playful breeze whispered close to her, “Shall I carry your touch as well?” The whisper stilled her heart for a moment, and, for some reason, her eyes filled with tears. A few of those tears fell, and a passing cloud gently absorbed them, as though it wanted to share the weight of her sorrow.
That cloud now drifts through the skies with the wind, traveling in all directions. She knew then that her message—this fragrance of love, this tender touch—would reach you through the wind and clouds. Now, wherever you go, in whichever direction you look, you’ll feel her presence and her message surrounding you.