Blackbird decided to leave and headed south. It would be a gentle move following his favorite selection of insects. As I sat near the lake I had forgotten my friend until I listened for his song. It had blended with a song, a distant chant perhaps that carried the story of happiness found on this beautiful land. It whispered and sometimes shouted to all who listen. Its roar could be heard in passing storms, reminding all of the strength possessed within this spiritual call carried on that prairie wind. This happiness swirled and encapsulated him in its magical charm. He soared off within his thoughts and became a part of this beautiful land. Thoughts and ideas blended into the distant hills and gave the land a hug. He listened again for the Red-winged Blackbird, but never found its song.