The Wise Words of Rose

Entry 1
The wind rustled through the leaves of the trees. The stream babbled its soft murmurs. The sun's rays warmed the grass underpaw. The sounds of many birds mingled into a single, distant harmony. It was peaceful. She could feel it.

There was a rustle in the bush beside her. She turned to see a red bird leaning down on its branches, gently nibbling on the juicy blueberries. A red bird of paradise. So graceful. Her eyes flitted back to the stream before her, as the creature continued to consume its meal of berries.