The Laburnum Top
The top of the Laburnum is silent. In fact, it is very silent. It is the time of the afternoon, Yellow sunlight of the September is spreading everywhere. A few yellow leaves have started to become yellow and they are ready to fall. All the poisonous seeds of the tree have already fallen.
This silence of the tree is maintained only till the time the goldfinch arrives there. She is abrupt, sleek and alert before entering into her nest. As soon as she enters into the nest a machine of the birds' voices like chittering, trilling and tremor of wings. The whole tree starts to tremble and thrill. This nest is the engine of her family. She is stocking it with the fuel of grains. After that she again reaches to the branch end. The tree is yellow, the bird is yellow so it is difficult to trace the bird. This identity mask is opened only by the black bars on the forehead of the bird. Giving very strange, delicate whistling, chirruping and whispering sound the bird flies towards the sky. The laburnum tree returns to emptiness and silence.
The top of the Laburnum is silent. In fact, it is very silent. It is the time of the afternoon, Yellow sunlight of the September is spreading everywhere. A few yellow leaves have started to become yellow and they are ready to fall. All the poisonous seeds of the tree have already fallen.
This silence of the tree is maintained only till the time the goldfinch arrives there. She is abrupt, sleek and alert before entering into her nest. As soon as she enters into the nest a machine of the birds' voices like chittering, trilling and tremor of wings. The whole tree starts to tremble and thrill. This nest is the engine of her family. She is stocking it with the fuel of grains. After that she again reaches to the branch end. The tree is yellow, the bird is yellow so it is difficult to trace the bird. This identity mask is opened only by the black bars on the forehead of the bird. Giving very strange, delicate whistling, chirruping and whispering sound the bird flies towards the sky. The laburnum tree returns to emptiness and silence.
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