Too Little or Too big?

Rain drops made a sweet noise as they dropped into the small puddles of water on the concrete. Water just began to form streams and flow to the nearby drain. It was raining and I hurried holding the umbrella against the wind and trying to protect my clothes. I needed to get to the place on time and was already delayed. There were only a few people in sight except for the odd couple who walked holding each others hands, enjoying the rain. Something fluttered beside the path. I turned and found an injured bird...its wing was broken and flapped its wet feathers in a futile attempt to fly. I stopped and looked at the bird. It vainly tried to fly away from me as I held it and brought to the the warm comfort of my home. Did not know what it would eat and tried feeding it all kinds of things from grains to insects. In the end, it had to be force fed a solution of glucose and a few medicines. Two days later, as I opened the window it flew out into the freedom of warm sunshine outside. It circled my house once before disappearing in the woods. I somehow think its the same bird that sings its best song on my window of the first morning of every spring. And reminds me that what is little for one could sometimes mean a lot for others and to never stop helping.
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[Remark:As you can guess, its a mixture of fact and fiction :)]

Eagles and trees

In my view eagles epitomize the best characteristics of a teacher and a scientist. They see the entire forests yet doesn't lose the details of a lone rat crawling around bushes. Flying in a small plane offers me the former though I miss the detail of an eagle's eye. On a recent trip I was immersed in the majestic views of the landscape that the plains of Missisipi offered. The dense tree growth lined both banks and as I looked out of the cockpit, a lone tree caught my attention. It was no different from others surrounding it. Just another tree on the banks of the mighty river. It stood on the verge of the bank almost touching the river. I sat watching it for a long time with an empty mind, until I realised I had turned my head almost 135 degrees watching it. Why was I watching it? What was so special about that tree? My usually imaginative mind could not come up with any reason... all the while my eyes were fixed on the tree. Perhaps it was like being in love. You never know why, how or what of it. It just happens and when it happens just feels good. Perhaps its the fleeting moment filled with joy and the tree just stood there like an idol in a temple. Signifying something greater than the tree, me and the moment.
Slowly tree on the banks of Missisipi in an unkown place faded into horizon. I just looked as it blended into horizon leaving me with a bag of bitter sweet memories. Now it was time to look forward.
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