Enjoy some breath taking pictures of amazingly beautiful and colorful birds to go with this special poem. We have been truly gifted with so much beauty in our home planet Earth. Let us appreciate it, and take care of this priceless legacy.
“Hope is the thing with feathers”
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
Written by Emily Dickinson