“Give me the scent of salt marsh and mud, and the tall grass shining gold in the early sun.”    From Trouble the Water

“Give me the quiet of a morning, just birdsong and insects.”

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

Maya Angelou

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