Beauty surrounds us, we have but to see.The ugly is around us too, sadly. Paradox of life and death is our view. Enigmas form and still we continue. The true human spirit never gives up. It goes on and on until it must stop. I watch the little begging baby bird Trying to make its pleadings still be heard. Life is strong within each creature we see, And nothing ever will make them unfree. They too have the souls that we cl...