Among the lush forest leaves, a tiny bird perched calm at the end of the branch. The yellow-hair looks soft, as if reflecting the sunlight that slipped between the branches. His gaze was sharp but shady, like he was watching the world with unlimited curiosity.
The cool morning air carries the scent of wet soil and wind whispers, creating a natural stage for the bird to sing. Although his body is small, its presence radiates calm calmness.
In his silence, he taught that true beauty is often present in a simple form, but is able to thrill the soul for anyone who sees it.