THE SWEET BIRDS

The morning was fresh and crisp with the bright sunshine and the pleasant wind in the trees. The garden was a lovely place of new growth and the splendor of life all about. A little dark black hummingbird flew about from bush to bush sucking on the sweet red flowers with its delicate long beak of sugar hunting. It loved the beautiful flowers and could feed off of them all day long. ‘What is a lovely little sugar bird like you doing all on your own in this marvelous world at this time of the morning?’ asked the garden man working in the flower beds and pruning the green trees with the love and care of his trade. ‘Although I have a black heart,’ replied the little fellow ‘I still have a true taste of sweetness about me.’ The man laughed as the little black bird flew away still searching for the sugar and love of life. Oh what a beautiful morning it was. Oh what a beautiful day. Fly on my little blackbird and be free forever. True Love is many a splendored thing.