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As you lie there in the wet grass looking up at the darkening sky. As the cool rain splashes against your bare cheeks. You think. Think about life. The joy of living. The privilege you have to lie in the slimy worms' presence. As you think and as your mind scurries off to distant lands, you see a little bird. Smaller than average. It was a sky blue bird with a crimson chest. You’ve never seen any like it. It's soaked to the bone with precipitation. It's all alone. As you watch the rabbits run into their dark holes, its still there. As the ants march into their teeny hills, its still there. After watching it for several minutes. It flaps its wings slightly as if to acknowledge your presence. It sings a smooth song. It takes you back to your thinking and relaxes you until you melt into the grass. You now understand the bird and why it's standing in the rain. It's strong and courageous. Unique and individual. Compassionate and sweet. Then, the bird flies away. You watch it until it becomes a speck in the horizon. The bird never looks back. By Ashton Tregoning
