The Ceder Flutes Beautiful Voice.
There once was a bird, who's wings where so big that when it opened them darkness came. When it closed its wings the light came back.
This bird also had the most beautiful voice.
Every morning this bird would fly down to earth and sing for the humans.
Every morning after the birds song was done he would sit and wonder as to why the people could not talk.
Finally one day the bird thought to himself, I will go and ask grandfather why the humans can not speak.
So the bird flew high into the sky, above the clouds, past the moon and finally to the sun.
As he landed he began to play his song.
Grandfather came over to him and asked "why is your song so sad?"
My song is sad because the people can not speak.
Why is it that they can not speak?
"The people can not speak because they have never been given a gift."
The bird thought for a minute.
Finally plucking one of his feathers and dropping it to earth.
The feather fell past the moon, below the clouds and finally landed on earth.
The people gathered around staring at the feather for a moment then walking away.
"See grandfather I gave them a gift and they didn't want it"
-"The gift has to be from the heart"
So the bird thinking to himself.....what could I give them? I know I will give them my voice. For it is most precious to me.
So the bird said goodbye to grandfather and flew down past the moon, below the clouds and landed on earth.
He reached down and took out his voice. As he sat there though he thought.
There are so many people. How do I know who to give it to?
The bird flew around from tree to tree. Every time More and more people gathered.
Finally after spending most of the day trying to figure out which human to give his voice to. Grandfather flew down landing by a group of people.
Grandfather walked over to one of the humans and said "hello"
The human looked at him and said "hello"
Grandfather went over to another human again saying "hello" again the human responded "hello"
Now the bird started to get mad
Here he was going to give the people his most precious voice and grandfather already made them talk.
"Fine no one will get my voice" the bird said. Flying off looking for a place to hide his voice he came upon a huge oak tree, but his voice would not fit. He flew from Pine tree to birch tree and back to oak. None of the trees could he hide his voice in.
Finally he came upon a ceder tree with a huge hole in it.
He thought to himself. This is perfect. No one will find my voice in here. After dropping his voice in the hole he decided to go back and see grandfather.
So the bird flew up high in the sky. Above the clouds......then he stopped. "Wait I can't leave my voice there someone will find it."
So the bird began to fly back to the ceder tree.
But his voice was not in there.
The bird flew to another ceder tree. Again his voice was not there.
I was told this story a long time ago by a Miq Maq Sagan.
Who asked me if I believe the story
I do believe the story is true.
For he told me that on a good morning if you stand outside you can still hear that bird looking for his voice.
In native american culture it is believed that when you play the ceder flute its the birds beautiful voice you hear, and why the woodpecker flies from tree to tree. Pokes out a whole, sticks his head in and leaves for a new tree. He is still searching for his voice.
^_^
The End
There once was a bird, who's wings where so big that when it opened them darkness came. When it closed its wings the light came back.
This bird also had the most beautiful voice.
Every morning this bird would fly down to earth and sing for the humans.
Every morning after the birds song was done he would sit and wonder as to why the people could not talk.
Finally one day the bird thought to himself, I will go and ask grandfather why the humans can not speak.
So the bird flew high into the sky, above the clouds, past the moon and finally to the sun.
As he landed he began to play his song.
Grandfather came over to him and asked "why is your song so sad?"
My song is sad because the people can not speak.
Why is it that they can not speak?
"The people can not speak because they have never been given a gift."
The bird thought for a minute.
Finally plucking one of his feathers and dropping it to earth.
The feather fell past the moon, below the clouds and finally landed on earth.
The people gathered around staring at the feather for a moment then walking away.
"See grandfather I gave them a gift and they didn't want it"
-"The gift has to be from the heart"
So the bird thinking to himself.....what could I give them? I know I will give them my voice. For it is most precious to me.
So the bird said goodbye to grandfather and flew down past the moon, below the clouds and landed on earth.
He reached down and took out his voice. As he sat there though he thought.
There are so many people. How do I know who to give it to?
The bird flew around from tree to tree. Every time More and more people gathered.
Finally after spending most of the day trying to figure out which human to give his voice to. Grandfather flew down landing by a group of people.
Grandfather walked over to one of the humans and said "hello"
The human looked at him and said "hello"
Grandfather went over to another human again saying "hello" again the human responded "hello"
Now the bird started to get mad
Here he was going to give the people his most precious voice and grandfather already made them talk.
"Fine no one will get my voice" the bird said. Flying off looking for a place to hide his voice he came upon a huge oak tree, but his voice would not fit. He flew from Pine tree to birch tree and back to oak. None of the trees could he hide his voice in.
Finally he came upon a ceder tree with a huge hole in it.
He thought to himself. This is perfect. No one will find my voice in here. After dropping his voice in the hole he decided to go back and see grandfather.
So the bird flew up high in the sky. Above the clouds......then he stopped. "Wait I can't leave my voice there someone will find it."
So the bird began to fly back to the ceder tree.
But his voice was not in there.
The bird flew to another ceder tree. Again his voice was not there.
I was told this story a long time ago by a Miq Maq Sagan.
Who asked me if I believe the story
I do believe the story is true.
For he told me that on a good morning if you stand outside you can still hear that bird looking for his voice.
In native american culture it is believed that when you play the ceder flute its the birds beautiful voice you hear, and why the woodpecker flies from tree to tree. Pokes out a whole, sticks his head in and leaves for a new tree. He is still searching for his voice.
^_^
The End
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