Why does a bird sings? Could it be a code? Of what? It's singing a foreign language; something to be uncoded, or just to let it be. Whatever its meaning; the music made is a beauty to ones ears.
Why is it beautiful?
The twitting I could not understnd, but gives happiness; a gift from Nature. Ever thankful of the things around, which I could not understand, but enjoyed.
A mystery to behold, because I could not give a specific answer. Should I complain of the Nature's gifts? Everyday, as we wake up, the hand of Nature is at work. In good mood or not, but still the beauty around us continued to yield.
Aware or unaware, things around us happened like a precise clock without missing a bit.
A bird sings without giving us it's meaning; but our heart is at glee. Peace that can not be fathomed. Could it be a code to be deciphered? Then, who have the talent or the key to unlock it? May Nature reveals itself to the receptive ones.
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