Soar little bird 
find safety in the many.

Many hungry mouths 
they do not know where, what 
or when their next meal is.

The struggle for survival is real.
You have to always be on guard 
in case of predators.

Even in all the danger and uncertainty, 
the little bird sings its melody 
so sweet and uniquely its own.

It sings not only as a calling, 
as a means of communication, 
but because it is its own 

unique expression of the good, 
the beauty, the gift of this thing 
called life.

Many humans may never know 
what a gift today brings.  

The little bird reminds me 
that I am not alone; 
that seeing the good is not wasteful 
or a trivial thing 
but the only true and real reason to live.

Enjoy the brief moments of pleasure and joy.  
They are the things made out of stardust.  

What a marvelous thing that made me and you.  
That spark of life.  I take it gently in my hand 
and place it over my heart 
in a revery and duty 
it is mine to carry.  

No longer secret knowledge 
only for the saints and the sages.
It is not so quiet and humble 
but the echoes of the ancients 
bellowing out on loudspeaker 

and humans have been too busy 
living in their head 
that many may have missed 
the many glimpses of this universal truth.  

Each day is a gift.  
It does not only belong to the few.  
It is a universal truth and right.  

Hold out your hand.  
Be prepared to not only see but feel 
the magic transform into raw energy 

to be that songbird in the trees 
with not only a tale in its heart 
and a whisper of truth on its tongue. 

But to rejoice and celebrate this day 
upside on the earth  

Feel and be that joy, my little bird.