There are some days when things aren't going so well.
Some days when the world seems cold.
Some days feel like they will never end.
But on those days I listen for the birds.
I look for the chickadee, small and chipper,
perched in the branch of an old oak.
I listen for the gold finch. Singing its sweets song,
its breast a magnificent yellow.
On those days I hear the mourning dove.
Its sad, sad song.
When the world runs me down
I listen for the birds
I look at the wide blue sky
and I smile.
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