Chaos and Harmony

A lonesome baby bird, nesting in a lonesome tree, in a lonesome forest.

Warbling gleefully as the sun rises up into the sky.

The auburn-brown, transluscent leaves slowly drift down, down, down. 

Onto the ground.

Soft crinkles.

Then, many more follow suit.

Down, down, down...

But this time, you can hear a loud thump.

Silence.

Panicked chirps fill the air with dread, as a baby bird collapses onto the floor.

Screeching in agony, as various bones poke out.

In the distance, many more disturbing chirps occur, all collapsing...

All injured, but nonetheless, breathing.

Expect one.

A dead baby bird, stuck under a dead tree, in a dead forest.

Silent, as the sun sets in the sky...