Arisen, she tumbled into a dream which, replicated a memory of one previously.

Uncertain and still, like the tiptoe of a new born finch on the branch, a world of chaos lay before her.

The only certainty was the risk itself. The tree looses its leaves but stands tall, embedded within its roots.

She took a tumble; the harsh sudden reality of a harsh end, ironically, saved her from it.

Fly away new homebird.

Our roots will stay strong forever. Do not be afraid to fall...

We will catch you, always.