The first - was barely audible. A meek little squeak. Hardly anything that resembled any sort of sound.
The second - was a little louder..a little stronger..a little braver. A soft rumble..a gentle roar...a sweet little melody. People stopped to listen and turned themselves around.
Her voice - it sounded so odd to her. As if it didn't belong. As if it was someone else's..and not hers to own.
She practiced. She persevered. She showed up..and did all the work. She believed she could..and that someday - she would.
And - there it was. One grey and rainy day. All was quiet. All was still. There wasn't another in sight to listen..another that might see.
There she was - found up in a tree - singing her song out loud.