Some trees have dried up due to drought.
Instead of the green leaves of the past, only dry leaves are left.
Their branches have decayed.
So again, those trees have no hope of flowering.
The shadow of death has fallen on them.
But as always, there is no shortage of bird songs.
They behave the same way today as they did on those branches before.
There is no difference.
Their resting places may have changed.
But they trust their own wings.
If you trust your wings, changes in the environment does not matter anymore.
So be strong.
Then whatever is happening around you becomes irrelevant.
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