I made another drabble :)

The blazing morning sun shone through the tree branches, dappling the forest floor with dark shadows as the birds sang softly. Two pale blue eyes carefully watched a lone bird, a small raven, breathe it's last breath. The small child sat down as its eyes closed, its swan song already sung and wondered, When will my swan song be sung?

He never would have imagined in his wildest dreams it would be on a day so cold and surrounded by a blanket of pure white snow. He was safe and free; his eyes shut for a final time and a king was born.

Please, I would like to hear/read what you think of this and my other stories! :)