Birds grant you a peaceful pleasure watching them go about their daily lives and their graceful flight.

If you dissect a bird / to diagram the tongue, / you'll cut the chord / articulating song.

I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up DOES rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend.

One can only hope when one door closes a new door has greater value going forward in the future

The wondrous beauty of the flowers grant pleasure never forgotten

We must not forget her past, nor her present. She is an all around offender of all this is good.