I felt sad for the baby sparrows there home was lost and some of them died.
They don't deserve to die. But yet again what did they have to live? This haunted me.
I saw a bigger sparrow hopping along the broken branches that were the nest was, was she looking for her young.
I started to cry, I couldn't stop thinking about them. Had they suffered before they died? Or did their fragile existence suddenly stop?
Would they just rot into the ground and help the grass grow. is this the circle Edwin had spoken of you live, die, rot, then what happens to something else. I understand now. Death is apart of living, that is how the world works. Someday I will be apart of the cycle. But not now