By the rocky cliffs stood a lonely lighthouse, its light piercing through the darkness of the night. Inside, an old sailor sat by the window, gazing out at the vast ocean. In his hands, he held a small vase filled with wildflowers he had picked earlier that day.

As he watched the waves crash against the shore, a small sparrow landed on the windowsill, chirping softly. The sailor smiled and opened the window, allowing the bird to hop inside. The sparrow flew around the room, its wings brushing against the walls as it explored its new surroundings.

The sailor chuckled at the sight, feeling a sense of companionship with the tiny creature. He placed the vase of wildflowers on the table and watched as the sparrow perched on its rim, admiring the colorful blooms.

From that day on, the sailor and the sparrow became unlikely friends, sharing the solitude of the lighthouse and the beauty of the wildflowers. And as the light from the lighthouse guided ships safely to shore, the sailor knew that he had found a new kind of light in the presence of his feathered companion.
Dávno, dávno, žil vlaštovička, která měla sen žít v majáku. Slyšel o krásném majáku na okraji města, ale nikdy ho neviděl. Jednoho dne se rozhodl podniknout cestu, aby ho našel. Když letěl směrem k okraji města, všiml si krásné vázy ve výloze nedalekého domu. Letěl blíž a blíž k váze, zaujatý způsobem, jakým slunce zářilo na její povrch. Když letěl stále blíže, najednou si uvědomil, že našel maják! Posadil se na něj a užíval si výhled na moře pod sebou. Od té doby nazýval vlaštovička maják svým domovem.