"Birdsong"

In the effort to finally search through all the accumulated stuff of life , I came across this poem and wish to share : "He doesn't know the world at all Who stays in his nest and doesn't go out . He doesn't know what birds know best Nor what I want to sing about , That the world is full of loveliness . When dewdrops sparkle in the grass And Earth's aflood with morning light , A blackbirk sings upon a bush To greet the dawning after night . Then I know how fine it is to live . Hey , try to open up your heart To beauty ; go to the woods someday And weave a wreath of memory there . Then if the tears obscure your way You'll know who wonderful it is To be alive ." Child in Terezin concentration camp