This morning a mockingbird sang to me
from the highest branch of
an oak tree on the far side of
the barbed wire fence.
Her song trebled and tumbled across the pasture;
rolling notes up and down the scale,
spilling out into the bright morning,
filling the air with joyful elegance.
I am happily reminded that joy is found in the song,
in the singing, in the unrestrained release of
soul and spirit given to the world freely.
May the song of my life bring joy and peace
to all who hear.
May I sing with hope born of trust,
nurtured in the mystery of living.
Shining Spirit 
Lovely
The song of the mockingbird took me back to my childhood days in Arkansas. Beautiful memories! I find some of that same joy when I sing, even when it is only a voice lesson. I can go into a lesson feeling tired and down but uplifted and transported when I leave. Song brings joy to the heart.
Thanks, Roger.
Jim