What will you scatter for the birds?

Crumbs To The Birds.

A bird appears a thoughtless thing,
He’s ever living on the wing,
And keeps up such a carolling,
That little else to do but sing
A man would guess had he.

No doubt he has his little cares,
And very hard he often fares,
The which so patiently he bears,
That, listening to those cheerful airs,
Who knows but he may be

In want of his next meal of seeds?
I think for that his sweet song pleads.
If so, his pretty art succeeds.
I’ll scatter there among the weeds
All the small crumbs I see.

Charles Lamb.
Artist Benito Alonso

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Shared by “Lisa”

Who are you taking care of morning?

I spoke with the morning fairies , I danced with the Goddess of gold , I gathered the herbs of mother’s earth, an I live a story told..
I breath the magical breath of life as pure divine Alta ray violet, to sing the songs , the angels sing.., to-cherish life to day my best..
by willow Raven-Sage..
I gathered plantain , nettle , and dandelion for my health drink this morning.. taking care of my beautiful being.. ❤️???it’s magic?

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