(Ida sent out a two minute vine of birds singing in her yard, then I stepped out and did 30 seconds very similarly….a couple days later, I found this poem by Al Young, the poet laureate who has a birthday next month, end of May…)
Stay beautiful
but don’t stay down underground too long
Dont turn into a mole
or a worm
or a root
or a stone
Come on out into the sunlight
Breathe in trees
Knock out mountains
Commune with snakes
& be the very hero of birds

Don’t forget to poke your head up
& blink
Think
Walk all around
Swim upstream

Dont forget to fly

(I presume the punctuation is proprietary…)