My grief change into relief

 I was in grief not even a word of relief, every thing look like in pain, I was sitting under the rain, a great silence was every where, I was in grief. A bird came from the east, he sit on the tree, he sang a nice song, every movement of grief change into relief. Now I was seeing this sight, it was so excited, my grief has gone, I also sang a song, this moment of nature give me lots of pleasure.