Her tiny body rests beautifully, while her wings are sparkling with a red tinge as if it is a living color in the middle of the gray of the cute rock. The rocks, which were formed from thousands of years, stood as if unshakeable. They became silent witnesses from the wind that continued to blow, rain that fell alternately, and the sun that never missed the light. But in between silence, small life still finds its way.
The bird looked at a small insect that flew in the air. Not just a prey, but a part of a nature dance that unites life. Hard stones give a place to stand, air gives space to fly, and insects give a reason to survive.
The atmosphere of silence, but full of meaning. In the eternity of rock, there is a simple pulse that continues. As if the stone and the bird are talking in the language of nature about the nuances wherever life is, there is always a gap for singing, staying, and staying alive.