The Blue Jay

Sitting under an autumn tree with the wind in my hair and the leaves in the cold breeze. Looking out at life and watching as the birds pass me by. There is a sweet warm sensation of hope for one day someone will sit by me under this old autumn tree. If only I could reach out to them like the leaves or fly out to them like the birds. So gentle and quiet it is, so strong and yet so alone like me. For I am a blue jay and they are all sparrows.