Among the green strands that grow towering, a tiny bird appears to be silent on the weeds. Its beautiful pattern fur reflects the morning sunlight, as if it is fused with the nature that surrounds it. Even though his body was small, his eyes showed their vigilance, as if hearing every whisper of the wind that swept the stretch of rice.
The silence did not feel quiet, but rather became part of a larger harmony. The silence of the bird actually adds the meaning of a small pause in the life of the wild that continues to move. From his place perched, he was a witness to the balance, how nature presents peace in every simple second.
The tiny bird does not need to sing to tell the story. His silence is enough to be a beautiful language, the language of peace that can only be understood by those who want to stop for a moment to feel the breath of nature.