Free Write

  As the silvery flakes snowed down, the blackbird swooped below the icy clouds, looking for a place to land. He eyed the frozen-over river and the white meadow next to it. In the center of the white topped grass stood a sturdy oak tree that looked to be as high as the clouds, or so the blackbird thought. Looking for a somewhere to rest after his journey, the blackbird was anxious to land atop a tree such as that. A gust of wind blew suddenly, passing through the leaves and making the tree ever so slightly waver. The blackbird didn't think much of it, and quickly came toward a sturdy looking branch. Another gust of wind blew past, and the blackbird tipped sideways as it landed. His wing bent too far sideways, causing it to break in a swift manner.
   Just as soon as the break, the tree swayed under the wind. The innocent blackbird's 'sturdy' branch, or so he thought, was rotten, and could not take the sudden bursts of wind. The branch subsequently snapped off the tree, taking the blackbird with it. The blackbird's wing was injured further, and he struggled to stand up on his feet. All the blackbird desired was to just lie there in pain, and disappear like the leaves in the wind. However, he knew he had to finish the journey he originally set out upon. Through the mess of debris, the blackbird pushed his way out with his good wing. He looked around, trying to see if he could find his way home, which was his original intention. The leaves blew past the river, towards a vast amount of trees. That's where his home was. The wind and leaves were calling him to go.
  Through the cold night, somewhere in the distance, the blackbird heard a faint noise of a bird that sounded familiar. He knew what he had to do. He pushed his way up through the mess and started to walk toward the icy river. As the only way across, the blackbird worried about how his fragile state of being could face to move across the river. He took one step after another to reach the edge of the grass. He shivered from eh cold, and then forced himself to hop as far as he could onto the first stone. He almost slipped from he slick stone, but he found his way back to center himself. Heaving from the task, he felt so tired he didn't know how to do it again, but he somehow used is good wing and an immense amount of strength to hop himself to the next stone. He took a moment to rest and leaned over for a sip of cold water from the river underneath him. The water invigorated him to try once more, and every last ounce of strength he had, he used for the last jump. As he took off, a gust of strong wind blew just as his tired foot landed on the rock. Blowing his over, the wind mixed with the current was far too strong. The blackbird fell back into the icy river, and lost control of the rocks. His body and strength dropped and drifted away with the icy water.