Why do the birds sing? Why do they flit about so happy and satisfied? I see them in the trees merrily going about their business, happy to be themselves. What do they know?
They soar above us with no fear. The ospreys flying above the parking lots, two very different worlds. The chickadees hurling themselves through the air like little missiles. The colorful cardinals darting in front of me quickly trying to find their destination.
They chortle, chirp, sing and squawk and loudly tell of their happiness. They do not pay attention to me, they have too much fun living their lives in the now. They praise God by being all they can be, joyfully living.
They soar above us with no fear. The ospreys flying above the parking lots, two very different worlds. The chickadees hurling themselves through the air like little missiles. The colorful cardinals darting in front of me quickly trying to find their destination.
They chortle, chirp, sing and squawk and loudly tell of their happiness. They do not pay attention to me, they have too much fun living their lives in the now. They praise God by being all they can be, joyfully living.