Leaves and petals danced in harmony as a flock of white doves flew through the golden trees of the land, a smaller white bird landed on the branches of the trees calling out to the others.
The birds did not call back..
The smaller sat on the branch watching as the flock left the golden meadows of the area out of sight in a couple of minutes...
The smaller sat and sat and sat. Until night came.
The white bird shivered as the chilling breeze hit its feathers, the bird called out time after time after time...
No one accepted the call.
The small bird cried out desperately freezing to death..
Someone accepted the call.
A skeleton like figure walked up to the dying bird and gently picked it up, the bird nuzzled into the warmth of the mans hands against its cold feathers.
The skeleton took the bird back to its house and cared for it..
The bird was grateful....