That sight becomes this art...

 

 
 

“In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.” – Rumi

There are so many treasures to be found. This one was buried deep in the foliage of a tree that has finally lost it's leaves, allowing me to peek into a little haven of love for a season. One tiny little cardinal egg that never hatched, abandoned but still beautiful.