A Cool Spring Saturday Morning of Songbirds

"Your head is a living forest full of songbirds." ~ e. e. cummings

"Instead of weeping when a tragedy occurs in a songbird's life, it sings away its grief. I believe we could well follow the pattern of our feathered friends." ~ William Shakespeare

"My grandmother told me once that when you lose somebody you think you've lost the whole world as well, but that's not the way things turn out in the end. Eventually, you pick yourself up and look out the window, and once you do you see everything that was there before the world ended is out there still. There are the same apple trees and the same songbirds, and over our heads, the very same sky that shines like heaven, so far above us we can never hope to reach such heights." ~ Alice Hoffman

A cool Saturday dawns.

Sunlight, like a shy guest, peeks through the bedroom curtains, painting stripes of light across the walls. Outside the window, a joyous choir of birdsong erupts, a vibrant melody that greets the start of the weekend. The whistles and chirps weave intricate patterns, a soundtrack for the day unfolding before you.

You stretch extravagantly, the cool morning air a refreshing contrast to the usual weekday routine.

The birdsong, a symphony of sparrows and blue jays, replaces the harsh alarm of the cell phone, a welcome natural change. A robin, perched proudly on the gazebo just outside your window, displays a worm in its beak against the backdrop of a clear blue sky with a few scattered white clouds.

The psalm of birdsong continues, a comforting piece of background music as you drift back to sleep for a few more cherished moments.

Yet, the songbirds, brimming with life and intent, seem determined to awaken you. With a smile, you finally throw off your warm duvet, ready to embrace the beauty of this spring-cooled Saturday morning, serenaded by nature's marvellous orchestra.