Small Things, Barely There

When you walk in the early morning, you hear all the birds. And if you seek the origin of the beautiful songs, you find that the loudest songs that carry over the whole neighborhood come from the tiniest birds

The small, hidden thing up in those branches, barely there, proclaims. With apparently no relation to size, visibility, beauty, or numbers, the sound astonishes with its power. 

And I remember that small things, barely there, often proclaim the most significant, beautiful, powerful messages. 

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