At the bottom of the mountain, a tree stands, high and strong, without a weak limb to speak of.
In that tree, there is a nest, built with fervent purpose and love; in that nest, there is a mama and papa bird and a baby bird.
The baby bird is no longer a baby. It is strong, with wings not unknown to flight.
One day it flies away and the parents watch on with encouragement, their minds already thinking of next years nestlings.
The young bird flies