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In a child's heart, where dreams take flight, Birdsongs emerge as beams of light. A melody, a chirp, a tune so bright, In every note, a story ignites.

With trills as strings in symphonies played, A language universal, in nature’s shade. Each chirp and tweet, a brushstroke made, On the canvas of dawn, in colors arrayed.

To a child, these sounds, a mystery unfold,

a script unwritten, a tale untold. In every flutter, a drama bold, a performance by the winged, brave and bold.

Birds, the maestros of the sky’s vast stage, teach children the art of turning the page. In the orchestra of life, they engage, a lesson in harmony, from age to age.

Through birdsong, children learn to speak, a language of wonder, unique and chic. An art form that makes the spirit peak, a blend of music, language, arts, and mystique.

So listen close to the whispers in the breeze, the symphony of birds, the rustle of trees. A concert for the young ones, crafted to please, a celebration of life, in its endless tease.

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This was my favourite moment from the visit. I thought it was very sweet and funny how the bird just decided to jump off the curb suddenly.