I like the sound of birds. They make me think of spring mornings and long summer evenings. I love it when, at the end of winter, the birds start chirping again.
I am listening to some birds right now. It's kind of stormy and really windy, but they are still chirping. Sometimes it gets so stormy they can't keep singing--like when that brief blizzard went through an hour ago. But as soon as they can, they start singing again. They don't seem to give up. They just seem so hopeful.
That's a good example for people. I wish that I were that way, that I kept singing the song of hope even when it was hard, and even if I couldn't, that I would start right back up as soon as I could.