a lovely poem that touches on my soft spot because i love animals particularly birds. they sing outside my window every day. i try to understand but never get to know what they are chattering about everyday. perhaps, they are telling their friends about their hunting.
A period of crying can betray the soul Showing the pain that makes us whole.
Without pain what would happiness be? Would it be there for us to see.
Would we not know happiness Without pain how could you tell what was best?