The lyrical lines of the melodies of birdsongs weave through the air like threads in a tapestry of sounds. You can almost see the joyful notes dancing in the morning light. Is it any surprise that such magic is born in the imagination and rendered into form by artists, musicians and poets? Children have not forgotten the wonder we long ago stored away in the attic of our adult minds. Some fortunate ones manage to keep alive or rediscover the child-mind of delight in the present moment. Let us listen to the birds, watch the children play, look again through eyes that once saw something wondrous in things we now consider—ordinary.
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