Have you ever observed one of those common, towering trees when it is full of birds on its branches?

The perched birds fill the spaces, and even the driest branches seem to come alive with the lively visit of the small winged creatures.

The tree, raises towards the Height, gains movements it did not previously possess. It gains sounds it was not capable of emitting. Life is added to life.

The tree has never been so exuberant.

However, without warning, without apparent reason, suddenly they all decide to take flight at the same time.

Another beautiful spectacle to behold.

Coordinated, fearless, obeying an inner command that makes them defy the skies at every moment, they fly...

They fly, seeking their destinations, continuing to play their important role in Creation.

But what about the tree? We usually don't even notice it anymore.

The tree remains, now appearing empty, incomplete, lifeless... without beauty.

It misses the birds, the noises, the celebration, all that joy around it.

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There are times in life when it seems like people start leaving like that, like a flock of birds, almost all at the same time.

Social media makes it possible for us to know this kind of news instantly.

There goes that distant friend. Now that other one, who is someone´s father or someone´s mother...

And when it is the turn of our closest relatives, we realize that we will all have to leave one day.

We then feel like the tree that has lost all the birds that sang and played on its branches.

We feel diminished, leafless, silent...

The understand the sadness of the trees; it is genuine.

It is necessary to remember, from time to time, that birds do not belong to trees, that they are not part of them, like the trunk, the branches, or the leaves.

They are passing visitors, who made a brief home there, in its green comfort, before continuing their journeys throughout endless space.       

So, we could ask: should the tree suffer from the frequent flights of existence, or rejoice in the beautiful flights of its new bird friends?

The answer is admirable: it needs both.

There is nothing wrong with suffering. The most sensitive souls suffer from absence and farewell. They cry tears of gratitude, of good memories, and of the lack of one´s energies in the field of their own.

But also, because of their love, they cry tears of joy for liberation, for the beauty of a flight that is a certainty for everyone, for it is the flight of the end of one stage and the beginning of a new one. It is a flight of renewal.

Curiously, we are, at the same time, tree and bird. And we know the story from both points of view.

From time to time, this melancholy of the flights strikes us, when our gaze lingers only on the emptied trees that remain.

Let us add to this feeling another: the wonder at the sky full of wings, at the safe and well-defined dance of the little beings that depart from here to there, that continue to exist, that will soon land in other forests, in a continuous and splendid celebration of life that never ceases.

Spiritist Moment Team.
February 25.2026