birds [Theme] Page 2

- Mockingbirds are harmless birds, they only do what they sing for our pleasure. They do not peck berries in gardens, do not build nests in barns, but only sing their songs for us from the bottom of their hearts.

A cheerful person is like a young flowering tree. It grows, blooms, reaches for the sun, accepts with gratitude both clear weather and life-giving rain. Its shadow gives rest to the weary traveler, and the birds nest in its hospitable branches. Always aspiring to heaven, it pleases others and rejoices itself - and this is its strength.

The whole world is open to feathers. They are endowed with a gift that everyone dreams about in the depths of their soul - not to know the prohibitions, soar above the earth, contemplating the world from the height of heaven, from where the Lord himself looks at us. Perhaps they are the rulers of nature, and not people locked in many cells, one inside the other?

Love your broken paw.

Perhaps it seemed strange to you to imagine Wisdom in the form of a gloomy and ugly bird, a friend of darkness, which, as inaudibly as death itself, swoops in and kills. And yet you have something in common with me. Haven't there been hazy dawns in the life of each of you, with a dim beam illuminating the pavements, littered with the corpses of men, women, children? What is your policy based on since you rule the world? On massacre and slaughter.

like a forgotten outcome.

filling our thoughts with its radiance

In the New Year, after all, they have - the magic begins!

Ichthyander was exhausted, the cutting pains in his sides intensified. The thirst was tormented. Not a drop of water around. “If only there was a pond,” Ichthyander thought. His cheeks and eyes sunken in, he was breathing heavily. I wanted to eat. But what is there to eat here? Far away in the meadow a herd of sheep was grazing under the protection of a shepherd and dogs. Branches of peach and orange trees hung over the stone fence, with ripe fruits on them. It's not like the ocean here. Here everything is alien, everything is divided, everything is fenced off, everything is guarded. Only free birds of a draw, fly, scream along the road. But they can't be caught. Is it still possible to catch these birds? Perhaps they belong to someone else. Here it is easy to die of hunger and thirst among pools, gardens and herds.

A house where birds sing is not afraid of any evil eye!

Both cranes and tits are boring birds.

And really pretty eyes. Like hawthorn fruit in the wind. But even the birds don't eat them. They are not sweet, not bitter. Although they are not poisonous, there is no benefit from them. Useless empty fruit.

Without a roof, they endure a fierce cold.

Everything in our life is fleeting. Seasons change, trees lose their leaves, birds fly away in a beautiful school into the sky ... And life itself is very fragile and hence precious.