Outside my bedroom window stands a tree that houses what sounds like a thousand birds, and each of those birds has a different sound, a different call, a different song they sing. Living in the city one would surely understand what a gift it is to be near such sound, it's like the Amazon of Manhattan. The only thing is, the birds are like music to me. When I'm happy they intensify my joy, when I'm sleeping they wake me early, and when I'm sad they make me just a little sadder.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Music to my ears
Outside my bedroom window stands a tree that houses what sounds like a thousand birds, and each of those birds has a different sound, a different call, a different song they sing. Living in the city one would surely understand what a gift it is to be near such sound, it's like the Amazon of Manhattan. The only thing is, the birds are like music to me. When I'm happy they intensify my joy, when I'm sleeping they wake me early, and when I'm sad they make me just a little sadder.
