Five minutes to free write about it.
One day some men came to chop it down. I wondered if the birds would be confused when they discovered their hangout had disappeared. What would they do? Would they be grieved at the loss of their haven?
The sight that greeted me this morning brought Matthew 6:26 to mind--Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?
The birds were sleeping just as comfortably on the ledges of the towers as they used to on the branches of the tree.
No tree? No problem. No grief.