Pigeon

A mighty oak tree grew on the edge of the old park, where thick green leaves whispered their ancient stories. Its wide branches spread high into the sky, creating coolness and comfort for many inhabitants. Every day, when the sun's rays touched the bark of the tree, birds fluttered on its branches. But one of them was a special one – a pigeon named Seraphim.

Seraphim was not just a bird, he was an adventurer. Every day he took to the sky, exploring the surroundings, but returned to his beloved tree, which became his home. His feathers sparkled in the sun, and his eyes, full of curiosity, were always looking for something new and interesting.

One morning, when the first rays of the sun had just begun to disperse the morning fog, Seraphim noticed something unusual. At the bottom, at the roots of the oak, there was a small box, dirty and worn. Intrigued, the pigeon carefully descended and began to explore the find. Opening the box, he found bright pieces of paper inside, which seemed to sparkle from the light.

They were letters–letters written by hand. Seraphim admired these words, not understanding their meaning, but feeling warmth and joy in them. Each letter was filled with tenderness, hope and dreams. He took one of the letters in his beak and returned to the branch to examine it better.

Sometimes people came to the oak tree. Children, old people, couples in love – everyone was looking for solitude and joy here. Seraphim often watched them, listened to their conversations and laughter. Sometimes he even left them his feathers so that they would remember that there was a place for magic in this wonderful world.

One day, a familiar young couple came to the park to sit under an oak tree. They brought snow-white paper and a pen with them. After seeing them, Seraphim decided that this was the moment when he could become a part of something bigger. He carefully placed the letter next to them, and, paying attention to this, the young people were surprised. They read the words written on the paper, and their faces lit up with smiles.

At that moment, Seraphim realized that every letter he found was something more than just paper. These were pieces of the human soul imprinted in words, and he, a dove with a blue heart, became an involuntary link between these letters and those who were looking for answers to their questions.

So weeks passed, and Seraphim continued to collect letters, making them part of his world. Every time new visitors came to the park, he left them his finds. The words raced through the air like songs, and even if their meaning remained a mystery to him, he felt that he was doing something important.

And so, one day in spring, when the world was filled with flowers and aromas, the little pigeon realized that he had managed to create a bridge between the outside world and the hearts of people. Now their dreams and hopes rested on its branches, and he, free and happy, remained the simplest, but at the same time the greatest of the messengers of love.