....and the bird flew away.

Sadness flies on the wings of the morning and out of the heart of darkness comes the light.  -Jean Giraudoux

The Green Star.

The only colors I could find were pink.

Snow feeling.

Sunshine cannot bleach the snow, Nor time unmake what poets know  - Ralph Waldo Emerson

Shine! Shine! Shine!

Begin - to begin is half the work, let half still remain; again begin this, and thou wilt have finished.
Marcus Aurelius