Birdsong

I have been poking around early in the morning these days. I am not a natural early riser. But I have had to be prepared when the workers come to do their hammering, drilling and sawing. 

Nothing is more soothing to my soul than early birdsong on a clear summer morning. These feather-weights sound so cheerful, so unconcerned about their very short and fragile lives. "It's really OK," I hear in their lilting voices. Taking time to listen to them and their message starts my day with a cheerful mind at peace with my place in the Universe.