Above the Branches
The branch felt joyful because the two yellow birds had managed to build their nest above it. Then the mother bird rested over her eggs with tenderness, while the father bird stood beside her, looking at her. A smile filled his beak and didn’t leave him. He remembered how he and his wife, the bird, had managed to build their nest, straw by straw. The bird remembered how they had lined this nest with soft feathers. Truly, this feathers had been soaked with their sweat, but it was delicious and fruitful labor. After two weeks of this life, on a beautiful spring morning, one of the chicks began pecking the eggshell, then stretched its soft beak and began chirping, as if it wanted to inform nature of its arrival to this life so she would open her arms to it. ...