In the midst of a forgotten farm, a solitary mockingbird had made its home. Its songs filled the quiet air, a reminder of the life that had once thrived there. Day after day, the mockingbird sang as if trying to breathe life back into the old farm. Its songs carried the stories of the farm’s glory days. The mockingbird’s gaze remembered the day when the farm was abandoned, when the laughter had faded, and the fields grew quiet. It remembered the loneliness that had settled over the land, the gradual decay, and the feeling of being forgotten. The mockingbird’s mournful notes sometimes wove through its songs, a reminder of the farm’s past and the people who had once called it home. The sadness that the mockingbird carried was a reminder that life, like the seasons, was cyclical. And so, with a mixture of sorrow and hope, the mockingbird continued to sing, telling the story of the lost farm, the hope of its revival, and the sadness that added depth to its enduring tale.
~ Robert David Atkinson