It's beauty and pure enjoyment to listen to the birds singing early in the morning. They are my alarm clock.

Sir, we are a nest of singing birds

What is it about a beautiful sunny afternoon, with the birds singing and the wind rustling through the leaves, that makes you want to get drunk?

Spring fills the garden with scented mirth. Its fragrant beauty charms the earth. Life is mystery no man discerns; How God of wisdom make us learn Of knowledge that comes from a humble seed.

The skies gave way to the full ascendence of morning and clouds skittered across the expanse, the variations on a nebulous theme woven on a celestial loom.

When the Sun of compassion arises darkness evaporates and the singing birds come from nowhere.