Birdhouse underneath the morning trees

(Blue acryl colours on canvas background + black markers for trees and birdhouse)

It’s a cold morning, right before the dawn and the trees are still sleeping, naked without their leafs, exposed to the cold harsh hands of the winter. They’re holding their ground and moving in the chilly winds, reaching towards the sky. The spring is not near, yet they will survive like they always have.
Underneath the safety of those sleeping giants, there is a small wodden birdhouse. The birds are still sleeping, but the birdhouse knows they will come to check if the food is there, like they always do.
But not only is the birdhouse waiting for the birds, so are the trees for which the bird songs are a sign of a new day and new joy. So the trees will continue to protect the small birdhouse as they are reminded through bird songs that they are alive.