Look Outside Its so pleasant! Sun Smiling For you Trees Dancing for you Birds singing for you Because I requested them All… — Babloo Copy Share Image
Gaea?” Leo shook his head. “Isn’t that Mother Nature? She’s supposed to have, like, flowers in her hair and birds singing around… — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
“The place looked more like a genteel horse farm than the roar-and-fume venues where they usually played. Vast, grassy ranges stretched in… — Dan Baum Copy Share Image
“The birds were singing around me, but I reflected that the very birds were strangers to me, for I did not even… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“I miss the snow. I miss looking at it, walking in it, tasting it. I used to love those days when it… — Damien Echols Copy Share Image
Today I will gratefully receive all the gifts that life has to offer me. I will receive the gifts of sunlight and… — Deepak Chopra Copy Share Image
“ When sad she brings the thunder And her tears, they bring the rain When ill she feeds a poison To us… — Alethea Kontis Copy Share Image
I hear the birds singing. Listen. I hear them in their cage. The others-all our kind who know of her-they think of… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
The imaginative young vagabond quickly loses the social instincts that help to make life bearable for other men. Always he hears voices… — Jim Tully Copy Share Image
“What do you like doing best in the world, Pooh?" "Well," said Pooh, "what I like best-" and then he had to… — A.A. Milne Copy Share Image
“There were rockets like a flock of scintillating birds singing with sweet voices. There were green trees with trunks of dark smoke:… — J.R.R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
“A Sunday rain awakes me up today, Raindrops keeping my sorrows at bay. Wall around me is now my lockdown friend, Quarantined… — Mukesh Kwatra Copy Share Image
Night was falling. Birds were singing. Birds were, it occurred to me to say, enacting a frantic celebration of day's end. They… — George Saunders Copy Share Image
“I change the channel to another movie. An old one, but new to me. And, ironically, a thin, gorgeous blonde—Meg Ryan, maybe—rides… — K.A. Barson Copy Share Image
