the black bird

In the middle of a vast, open field, there stood a lone black bird perched atop a wooden stick. Its feathers glistened in the sunlight, and for a moment, it seemed to be lost in thought.

As I approached, I couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for the bird's peacefulness. There was something about the way it sat so still, without a care in the world, that made me envious.

I wondered what it would be like to live life like that bird, free from the chaos and noise of the world around us. To find contentment in the simplest of things, like a ray of sunshine or a gentle breeze.

And yet, as I stood there, lost in thought, I realized that perhaps the bird wasn't so different from us after all. Maybe, just maybe, it too had its own worries and fears, its own moments of doubt and uncertainty.

But for now, in that tranquil moment, it was enough to simply be still, to soak in the beauty of the world around it, and to bask in the warmth of the sun. And so, with a final flutter of its wings, the bird took flight, leaving me behind to ponder its quiet wisdom.