And while they sorted through the soil, snatching seeds and squawking, she couldn’t help but marvel in their beauty. Somber, but yet, joyful. Lively.
Even when the Earth turns over, season by season, life into death, we go on. Embracing the vicious cycle. Thriving through loss. Where one ends, another begins—simple as seeds.
A feast for the crows. A promise for tomorrow.