"It’s all I ever wanted, but now I’m too tired to sing." Whether it was your intention or not, you have given us two important reminders here, Justin: 1.) Pay attention, life is short. and 2.) Our old tired ones need our love before it is too late. Thank you.
Well done, sir. (wipes his eye.) Hit me right here, (Taps heart.)
I always stop and listen to the birds sing and even try to sing back.
They must think I'm insane.
Beautiful. Thank you.
Really dig this one, Justin. Beautiful.
I'm not crying. Nope.
Will be listening to my bird friends from now on.
I love this Justin! One of my favorites, for sure. Thank you for reposting it.
oh my!! tear dripping down
the songs from the air, no
matter what land I am walking on,
always always lighten my heart like a cherished friend does.
What a generous gift! Thank you for re-publishing these beautiful words.🌿
An elegantly gentle rendition of cyclical natural experience between the birds and us, good work Justin! I often have thought when on a walk and pausing in the shade of some trees, treated to the unseen pleasure of bird song, how I would describe it. Usually, I just give up and say the next time I'll bring my field recorder and let the electronics do the heavy lifting ;) But you took on the challenge admirably.
Have a nice week there man.
A lovely story, Justin which struck a chord with me (no pun intended) as I adore birds.
Loved it ! Great idea bringing some of the older posts back for people like me who are new here. Thank you.
Words and birds: a moving experience. Gorgeous, Justin!
Wow! Really enjoyed this. 👍, Justin!
Great story, thanks for republishing it.
Thanks for bringing this one back for those of us who haven't seen it. Very touching story, Justin.
I love anthropomorphic stories! Thank you Justin.
I came across the word biophilia in some reading this morning and had to look it up.
It seems to fit nicely with your story so I’ll share the definition for the curious: