SWAYING TREE TOPS 



down, the birds with their songs have 

 escaped the lifeless prison. Birds fly 

 away before the chill comes in the air. 

 Seek them where the sunshine filters 

 through the leaves. Has joy gone 

 out of your heart? Perhaps it flew 

 away because the chill of the harsh 

 world spirit entered your life. Let 

 the sunlight of simplicity radiate your 

 realm, then shall the notes of glad- 

 ness resound again. 



