The Lost Nest

The Lost Nest

On the edge of a quiet forest stood an old tree — tall, green, and full of life. In one of its strong branches lived a small bird named Laila. She was a tiny, cheerful bird with bright brown feathers and a soft white chest. Her nest was simple but perfect — made of twigs, soft leaves, and a few bits of grass she had carefully collected over many days.

Every morning, Laila would wake up early with the first light of dawn. She stretched her little wings and sang a sweet song to welcome the sun. Then she would fly away from her tree, across the fields and meadows, looking for food — small seeds, fruits, and drops of fresh water.

When the day ended, she always returned home before sunset. Her little nest in the tree branch was her comfort, her safe world where she could rest and dream. The tree had become her friend — strong, protective, and always there, even during the strongest winds.

Life was peaceful, and every day felt the same — simple and happy.

But one morning, everything changed.

That day, Laila woke up and flew out as usual. The air smelled sweet, the sky was clear, and she was humming a soft tune as she searched for food. She found a small stream nearby and enjoyed a cool drink of water. Then she picked up some dry grass and twigs — she wanted to make her nest even warmer.

Hours passed, and as the sun began to set, she happily flew back toward her beloved tree. But when she reached the place where her home once stood, her wings froze mid-air.

There was no tree.

The ground was empty — only broken branches and pieces of wood lay scattered everywhere. Her heart began to beat fast. She flew in circles, crying softly, “Where is my home? Where is my tree?”

Down on the ground, she saw woodcutters loading logs onto a cart. Her tree — the one that had given her shelter, shade, and safety — had been cut down. Her small nest, her eggs, everything she loved was gone forever.

Laila landed on a nearby rock. Her tiny body trembled with sadness. The world around her felt silent and strange. She looked at the place where her nest had once been and saw only dust and broken leaves.

That night, she couldn’t sleep. She sat under the moonlight, staring at the sky. The stars looked far away, and the cold wind brushed against her feathers. Tears rolled down her eyes, and she whispered, “Why did this happen to me?”

For the next few days, Laila wandered from tree to tree, too sad to sing. Every branch she saw reminded her of her lost home. But deep inside her heart, a small voice told her not to give up.

One morning, after many days of silence, Laila took a deep breath and said, “If the old tree is gone, I will build again. I am still here — I can start over.”

With that courage, she began to collect twigs, grass, and leaves again. It was not easy — her wings were tired, and her heart was still heavy. But each day, she worked a little more. Slowly, piece by piece, a new nest began to take shape on another tall tree at the edge of the forest.

She chose a higher branch this time, stronger and safer from human reach. As she worked, she hummed softly to herself. The sound of her own voice gave her strength.

After several days of effort, her new home was ready. It was smaller than the old one, but it was built with more care, love, and experience. When she sat inside it for the first time, she felt something new — not just comfort, but pride. She had lost everything, but she had not lost hope.

Soon, Laila began to sing again. Her songs echoed through the forest — gentle, yet full of courage. Other birds listened and learned from her story.

The forest had taken her home once, but it had also given her a lesson — that every ending can be a new beginning if your heart stays brave.

And from that day onward, Laila’s song was not just a morning melody. It was a message to the world:

“Even when your nest falls, don’t stop flying.”