This was the time in spring when the young emerging birdman and birdwoman in your wilderness were they searched for their soulmate through dance in air. You watched the couples find each other, their dancing matching each other, in silent admiration. You haven't flown yet, standing on a branch. You knew you should, you finally reached adulthood. You were reluctant because of your black wings that had rejected others so many times. So for now you just admired from below.