Plain and Fancy Creatures

Would that I could find the words to describe the freedom of the birds but alas, I can only watch and observe their banter and flight along the earth's curves. For these small plain and fancy creatures the simplicity of life is their single teacher and I least humble of God's creation can only marvel at His almighty station. Should I be blessed to ever see His face may I speak words that are pure and chaste finding myself bowing in His presence grateful of my own obsolescence. In the unknown scheme of life its love and hate and daily strife I am but an image of God's magnificent song of love simple yet majestic like the mourning dove.