Trying Stories

One bird has a beautiful songanother a throaty plea;Perhaps it longs to just belongWhile the other sings cause it's free.One stream travels to a stagnant poolAnother the open sea;Neither knew where they would endBoth took the turns that made them be.One flower opens to the sunAnother hides it's face;Both are beautiful in their wayOne like velvet the other like lace.We do not know how love will growOr what will make it fad...