VERY work in progress for a book I’m working on.
Anyway, in the story, the swallow loves the reed terribly but the plant is cold to the swallow’s amorous advances. Sad and frustrated, the swallow decides to just leave and head to Egypt. Why Egypt? I honestly don’t know. Maybe the sight of crumbling edifices to greatness and immortality can help put things in perspective that a broken heart is a small thing to get over from.
The story of the swallow and the reed is something we can learn from. Unrequited love, as we know, is not limited to birds and plants. If there’s anything to be learned from this, is this: don’t love a plant because it can’t love you back.