The week-end's approaching - take time out to enjoy the view ;-)
...The birds around me hopped and played,
Their thoughts I cannot measure:-
-But the least motion which they made
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.
The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.
If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature's holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?
Lines Written In Early Spring by William Wordsworth (1798)