You are so totally right about the birds singing, accepting themselves just as they are. Even crowing, hooting, hollering, whistling, trumpeting... first thing in the morning, without warming up. Your voice is a blessing, with the words you bring, giving your gifts. I admire the flowing nature of this song, like the flowers swaying. Peace be with you.
Cheers Babe, Blessed be to mama earth and all the cosmos. Thank You
Cabe not Babe hahaha