The short retreat of the little Sparrow bird brought dew drops of rain that fell gently

On a wide taro leaf, a small bird perched peacefully. His brown fur looked soft in the morning air which was still wet with the remnants of rain. Dewdrops rolled slowly on the surface of the leaves, reflecting soft light that made the atmosphere feel peaceful.

The little bird looked up, as if enjoying the sky that had just finished raining. Occasionally he moves his tiny wings, but remains faithfully imprisoned in his place, like a silent guard in the middle of a fresh garden.

Among the water droplets and shiny green leaves, his presence brings the simple charm of nature to life and that beauty is often present in small, quiet things, just to be seen and felt with a calm heart.