“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 sing about. That the world is full of loveliness. When drew drops sparkle in the grass, and earth is aflood with morning light, a blackbird sings upon a bush to greet the dawning after night. Then I know how fine it is to live. Hey try to open your heart to beauty. Go to the woods someday and weave a wreath of memory there. Then if tears obscure your way, you'll know how wonderful it is to be alive.”
