written by a child in Terezin in 1941, age and gender unknown
He doesn't know the world at all
Who stays in his nest and doesn't go out.
He doesn't know what birds know best
Nor what I went to sing about.
That the world is full of loveliness.
When dewdrops sparkle in the grass
And earth's aflood with morning light
A blackbird sings upon a bush
To greet the dawning after night.
Then I know how fine it is to live.
Hey, try to open up your heart
To beauty; go to the woods some day
And weave a wreath of memory there
Then if the tears obscure your way
You'll know how wonderful it is to be alive.
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| Mira on Three Lakes Trail |
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