The littlest bird, is the last one who is still not able to fly.
It always looks up to the other birds who grew together at the same tree with her.
The first one is almost unreachable, gracefully flying in perfection.
The second one is a carefree one and so as long as she can fly, everything doesn't really matter to her.
The third one is the closest to the littlest bird. She secretly gives encouragement to the littlest bird, although she sometimes lacks of confidence in herself. Yet the third bird is always so cheerful and somehow what strong. Strong enough to fly and eventually, she will leave the littlest bird.
The littlest bird will soon be left behind.
The littlest bird doesn't have something which is able to make her stand out among the other birds. Her feathers are pale colored, and she never had enough courage. She gets lonely easily, so that she will talk to the moon at night where everyone is already fast asleep.
The littlest bird scared that she will never be good enough.
What if she will not be able to fly well just as the other birds do?
She is scared of the imperceptible expectations.
The littlest bird cries herself to sleep, and afraid of the reality.
Inside her dream, she is always at ease.
But little bird, your perfect dream world is ephemeral.
