In a placid lake, once paraswam named Luma . She was unique as swans. Her wings were not yet well developed to fly and the grey of her down was just starting to take on the dullness of adult feathers. However Luma dreamed big, she knew she'd be one of the adult swans out there high in the sky.
And every day, Luma sat by and watched the other flock of swans fly in the evening sky. I will one day fly like them she whispered aloud, "But as yet someday… but oh how it sounds. But her friends laughed at her dream.
You are too young, Luma. Swans take time to learn about flight…I am an old Swans.
And Luma did not give up. She trained her wings bit by bit. He pressed his wings to the water surface and took off from small rocks on the edge of lake. She fell many times but always managed to stand back up.
The seasons went on, and her body started to develop white feathers. And with a courageous sigh, Luma flapped harder than ever before and cleared away into the air…
He glanced down saw his image in the water of said lake and smiled. His dream came true.
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