Stone Mother Bird, I

On a lonely islet, on top of a precipitous cliff, in the farthest sea, a bird built a nest and kept clinging onto her empty nest though all birds were, feeding their chicks with abundant food from the sea and rose to adolescence, left for a southern island for warmer climate. As time elapsed the vexed bird sank exhausted under a fierce storm coming by the raging waters smashing the shore, picks a pebble, and returns to her nest. She sits on the stone as if it is an egg she was incapable of laying one, and transmits the warmth of life that comes from her weakening heart. Surroundings become darker as weather worsens, and in this darkness that no way to distinguish waters edge from skyline the rolls of thunder pierce the ears and a thunderbolt strikes the rock to smash it in pieces. Nonetheless, this pathetic mother bird sits still, rather, she pulls stone deeper into her bosom because her only desire was to transmit source of life to this lifeless stone. After transmitting all her body temperature to this lifeless stone, therefore, her strength gave out at last, this mother bird barely rising her slender neck to look up at the sky to appeal her cherishing desire, a thunderbolt strikes her back as thunder rolls, a billow surges to swallow the isle. At this tragic moment, though mother bird perished, a beautiful chick with downs brighter than dazzling sun hatched from this thought-lifeless stone.