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As She went about her life on the island all the creatures came to love and adore her.  If He had not been there they would have seen to her every need.  As it was, He provided her with food, protection and any comforts She desired.  It was amazing to the old seaturtle how everyone watched all that She did and were so concerned for her every wish.  Perhaps, he reasoned, it was because she cared so much about all of them. 
                 
She sang frequently throughout the day and everyone thought her singing was what made their lives worth living from moment to moment.  They felt they existed from one song to the next.  But it was her Morning Song to which they all looked forward with such relish.  To have one’s day started in such a splendid manner was wonderful.  Somehow they all felt that as long as She sang each morning all was right with their world.

She was the kindest and gentlest of creatures and her beauty was indeed inspiring.  A soft rosiness colored her cheeks and an aqua blue shaded her lovely black eyes.  Orange, red, blue, green, yellow and other pastels colored her wings and body.  To compare her to the rainbow, or the sunset or some work of art, would not do justice to the awe She inspired when gazing upon her countenance, for much of her beauty was in her charm and the spiritual aura about her.
 
She went about the island singing and bringing great joy to her fellow creatures.  And they realized the magnificence of her gift.  Her every thought seemed to be for the enrichment of the lives of her fellow creatures.  And her fellow creatures revered her.
 
He, on the other hand, was silent and stalwart.  And he was very handsome.  He was her protector and worshipper and mate.  He considered his life with her an extreme joy.  To contemplate their momentary existence and the blessings it offered were entirely sufficient for him.  To say that He was brace and strong and true would not be incorrect.
 
Time seemed to lose any significance for the inhabitants of this island paradise, for they came to fully realize and enjoy each moment as it was presented to them, in recognition of its perfection and their extreme fortune at the hands of their Maker.
 
After some time had passed – perhaps two or three weeks – a new meaning emerged and was observable in what She did each day.  She began to build a nest.  As soon as it was recognized that this was occurring, everyone grew very excited and hopeful that it was a signal of impending motherhood.  And so it turned out to be.
 
When He first learned what She carried within her, the joy He felt was unbounded and for the first time his fellow creatures heard him break forth and sing from the very depths of his soul.  It was a moment the old seaturtule would never forget.  After having observed how silent He was for those first weeks and then to hear him break that silence in free and open expression of unlimited joy was another revelation to him of life’s possibilities. 
 
All the island became exuberant at the news and everyone was eager to help the enchanted pair prepare for the blessed event.  Bits of food for her to eat and materials for use in the nest were left in obvious places for her choosing.  It was considered a stroke of fortune if She included some creature’s particular contribution in her nest.  And She was careful to omit no creature from her favor.

She was very meticulous in her preparation of the nest.  TO watch her build it was a lesson in care and thoughtfulness.  She was about the business of making a home that would be perfect for them and their offspring.  For in truth, She felt She knew the spirit of the child and often sensed its presence as she prepared herself and their future home.
 
Excitement mounted as She grew closer and closer to her time.  Then one morning after her song She remained on the nest and everyone knew that an egg was there.  On occasion She would stand for a moment to stretch and ruffle her feathers, and reveal a large, pale blue egg.  Then She would quickly settle back onto it and rest.  The creatures would never have believed She could sound even more beautiful when She sang, but it was so.  Her joy and anticipation were her inspiration in song, and the result was blissful to experience.  The old seaturtle often wept privately at such exquisiteness. 
 
Besides her voice and appearance, the island creatures knew there was something yet more special about her.  First of all they discovered that She lived her life in love.  She loved every creature unconditionally and She loved each moment of her life.  To watch her each day was to witness how love should dominate a life.  There was no hypocrisy in her nature and it was obvious to everyone.
 
Being witness to the life She lived and what She did to bring joy into the world of others kept the old seaturtule interested in each day.  It was for him some purpose and meaning.  Once, in the first few days, She flew down and landed atop his giant shell and sang a short song, and his ecstasy was almost beyond enduring.  It was the nicest thing She could have done for him.  He felt he could die happy, then.
 
As her vigil over the egg progressed She seemed to grow even more radiant.  Her calm and gentle nature did not leave her in the presence of her anticipation.  She savored each moment of the waiting, knowing that her joy would soon be fulfilled.