Psalm 104:12

The air is softer than it was,

The sky a deeper blue;

The summer seems a breath away,

A dream that might come true.

Too long I’ve lived within the rain,

Too long my skies were gray,

But now the birds sing in the trees

To greet the coming day.

I thank you for the warming sun

And for the growing light,

I thank you that the rains now ease

With the shortening night.

Psalm 104:12
The birds of the sky nest by the waters; they sing among the branches.