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

And personal

Way.

Birdsong…

A cuddle of ease for each and every day.

From my world to your heart,

Linda