“Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps the singing bird will come.”

“The sunshine was delightful, the foliage gently astir, more from the activity of birds than from the breeze. One gallant little bird, doubtless lovelorn, was singing his heart out at the top of a tall tree.”

“My heart is like a singing bird.”

“If you hear unwanted voices, just keep your heart singing.”

“EVERYONE suddenly burst out singing; And I was filled with such delightAs prisoned birds must find in freedom,Winging wildly across the white Orchards and dark-green fields; on—on—and out of sight. Everyone’s voice was suddenly lifted; And beauty came like the setting sun: My heart was shaken with tears; and horror Drifted away ... O, but EveryoneWas a bird; and the song was wordless; the singing will never be done.”

“Beekeeper sing of your frustrationIn this litigious breezeOf accidental pollinationIn this era without beesWe keep breeding desperationIn this era of thievesWho keep stealing respirationFrom the tenderest of trees”