A small bird sat on a bony twig
All alone, heavy-hearted.
The winter wind ruffled his feathers
His berry-black eye cried a homesick tear.
Missing his nest-bound days,
Missing the berries and nuts he found familiar.
He trembled, sad inside his feathers.
But after awhile he noticed he had a new perspective
From his perch on that twig.
He could see misty blue mountains;
A snowy forest stood at his feet.
He could see his home from that twig,
And the beautiful light that spilled there,
That he had never seen before.
This light could only be seen from afar.
And when he saw it, he was thankful for the view.
more by Lëaf Ednïwinga
photograph by Jordan Whitt