A bird is three things: Feathers, flight and song,
I heard the sweet voice of a robin,
And feathers are the least of these.
Marjorie Allen Seiffert
High up in the maple tree,
Joyously, singing his happy song
To his feathered mate, in glee!...
If we could be like this tiny bird,
Just living from day to day,
Holding no bitterness in our hearts
For those we meet on our way...
Gertrude Tooley Buckingham, "Heaven on Earth"
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