For every Bird a Nest -- Wherefore in timid quest Some little Wren goes seeking round -- Wherefore when boughs are free -- Households in every tree -- Pilgrim be found? Perhaps a home too high -- Ah Aristocracy! The little Wren desires -- Perhaps of twig so fine -- Of twine e'en superfine, Her pride aspires -- The Lark is not ashamed To build upon the ground Her modest house -- Yet who of all the throng Dancing around the sun Does so rejoice? -Emily Dickinson
Michael Jackson
August 29, 1958 – June 25, 2009
“I must get these leaves swept away before the North wind blows,” thought Mother Bear. “When the North wind blows, bears get sleepy.”
Not so for baby bears! “The North wind won’t catch me!” squealed Baby Bear.
Mother paused for a moment and smiled, as she remembered her own dance of the autumn leaves. “I hope it never does Baby Bear, I hope it never does!”
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