Tis the season and the time
To know from wence we came
And where in fact we’re headed to
As we play this crazy life game

We’re born into a story of woe
Of difficulties and strife
We move forward to an understanding
Of our authentic right to life

Our freedom to be our true, real self
To move with love and courage
We sometimes see the difficulties
And tend to be discouraged

So take to heart this message
Of joy, love, truth, and peace
Of knowing of who we  truly are
And self love to increase

As children of God we have a place
A role which we shall play
A puzzle piece on the scheme of life
A place from which to pray

That all of life find balance and love
That all men shall be free
To live with all abundance
So our true selves we can be

Where do the birds go at night?

When the noise ceases and silence surrounds.

When there are no starlings or sparrows flying in the sky or to be seen upon the ground.

Where do the birds go at night?

When it is perfectly quiet where can all the birds be?

Are they asleep in bushes close to the ground or nestling high up in a tree?

Where do the birds go at night?

When darkness descends and evening arrives, where do all the birds hide?

Are the birds playing hide n seek, having a bit of fun, as they wait for the first glimpse of the morning sun?

Where do the birds go at night?

Do you ever wonder if they have a secret life?

By day they are happy, singing a cheerful tune. By night they are more reflective singing Clare De Lune.

Where do the birds go at night?

Is it a puzzle that keeps you awake?
Do you toss and turn, until the birds return at daybreak?

Where do the birds go at night?

When morning breaks and the birds begin to sing.
Every morning seems like the first day of spring.
Waiting for the first sight of birds gathered upon your fence.
Full of hope for the day to commence.

Reflections in the water
Of white fluffy clouds from above
A sprinkling of Summer
And sunnier days yet to come