In the middle of a fresh green leaves, a small bird perched calm on a thin twig. His eyes were sharp, as if watching every movement around him, while his fur was dark brown with a white line on his face adding an elegant impression. The soft morning breeze swung branches, but the bird remained firmly standing, as if the twigs were the throne.
This tiny bird looks not just waiting for time to pass. He seemed to be maintaining the balance of nature, becoming a silent witness of the harmony of the small forest where he was sheltering. The sound of insects that are in the wind, breeze, and boisterous life become an orchestra behind their presence. In silence, the bird presents the impression that true beauty is often present in simple peace.
With its long tail and always moving, the bird looks agile, as if he was dancing to the rhythm of nature. Occasionally he issued a soft chirping, sweet but firm, as if to give a sign that life must continue to move and sound, even in the midst of silence. From the top of the twig, he taught that true beauty is not only from the color of fur or loud sound, but from the courage to remain present and faithfully maintain the harmony of nature around it.