It makes me so happy to see green sprouting out all over nature, pretty flowers popping up, and
sweet little birds singing their wonderful songs.
It makes me so happy to see green sprouting out all over nature, pretty flowers popping up, and
sweet little birds singing their wonderful songs.
Not exact matches
It can be «big» and significant or one of the more sublime,
little moments that came along like a
sweet little bird to
sing into her awareness.
There really are no words to describe this... Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And
sings the tune — without the words, And never stops at all, And
sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the
little bird That kept so many warm.
I wonder if he to is «
singing» to the «FEDS» the love those song
birds who
sing sweet somethings into their ear to stay out of jail or do as
little time as possible.