The squirrel sits low in the shelter of the grass and tree. It looks around curiously.

Title: The squirrel sits low in the shelter of the grass and the tree. Looking around curiously
 In the middle of the forest floor, among straw and logs, a small red squirrel sits quietly – like a momentary breath in nature’s great symphony. With its ears pricked and its eyes dark and blank, it cautiously peers around, as if the world has just caught its attention. Its white chest fur shines against the warm, reddish-brown – like a flame hidden among shadows and greenery.
 Behind it stands the rough trunk of the tree, a guardian of time and tranquility, while the long grass forms a green carpet around the little creature. Everything seems subdued, soft, and yet full of life – as if nature is holding its breath along with the viewer.
 A moment of pure curiosity, fragile and strong at the same time. The squirrel becomes a small symbol of wonder and joy of life – a being in balance with everything around it.