A black bird tumbles from the clear, blue sky.
Beneath it looms a small, untouched grove where thyme and hemlock make themselves at home.
The small creature crashes through leaves and branches. The fall peppers its black, glossy wings with kisses from evergreens and oak trees until the creature is embraced by the mossy ground.
The hardest kiss is received from a mighty oak and the left wing breaks so the rest of the animal might not.