It was beginning to get a little warmer. The Sun came up early in the morning. The buds were sprouting from the bare branches of the trees in the neighbor’s backyard.
Alighting on a top branch, a little blue bird, rubbed its beak on the dry bark. It was as if the little bird was caressing the branches, silently acknowledging his hardships and bravery. The bird was thankful that the tree was still standing. This was the tree she had chosen to build her nest. Read more..