The air is full of the constant joy of flight and song
It’s comforting to see the birds here and there
It feels strangely wonderful
As if the feathered world is taking care of us.
I think it is the birdsong
The chorus of their melodies surrounding each one of us to the point
We forget to hear.
Yet always there wrapping us in beauty
Filling our minds with
With a solace
Inviting us to be part of their world
In a most intimate
A cuddle of ease for each and every day.
From my world to your heart,