Each day, awakening, are we asked to paint the sky blue? Need we coax the sun to rise or flowers to bloom?… — Robert Breault Copy Share Image
The woods would be quiet if no bird sang but the one that sang best. — Henry Van Dyke Copy Share Image
Like restless birds, the breath of coming rain Creeps, lilac-laden, up the village street — John McCrae Copy Share Image
Life is the blossoming of flowers in the spring, the ripening of fruit in the fall, the rhythm of the earth and… — Daisaku Ikeda Copy Share Image
When I started playing, my mom said there were three players she wanted me to watch - Magic Johnson, Larry Bird and… — Zion Williamson Copy Share Image
Birds, except when broiled and in the society of a cold bottle, bored him stiff. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“A bird who hurt her wing, now forgotten how to fly. A song she used to sing, but can't remember why. A… — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
