The birds again

The birds keep talking to me, they seem to repeat during the day like a mantra:

Joy, Joy, Joy,
Happy Happy, Happy,
Bliss, Bliss, Bliss, 
It is such a pleasure
Pleasure, Pleasure, Pleasure
Play, Play, Play

And them when the evening comes and they calm down a litlle bit, tired of their day.
They become so tender. They say to me:

Beauty, beauty is
Do you remember?
You know it, we know that.
Please remember
Beauty.
Beautiful beauty
and soft and tender
and sweet and beautiful, 
Life, colours, music
Soft Silence
Peaceful space to sleep safely
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