I would like to die as I have lived disappear among the tundra winds be transformed into birdsong.
Birdsong brings relief to my longing. I am just as ecstatic as they are, but with nothing to say! Please, universal soul, practice some song, or something, through me!
Better a sparrow, living or dead, than no birdsong at all.
People who record birdsong generally do it very early-before six o'clock-if they can. Soon after that, the invasion of distant noise in most woodland becomes too constant and too loud.
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