as a chirpy bird perched high upon the tree, i’ve witnessed many a preliminary announcement about the esoteric beauty of our world, a theme that sings the song of the unseen miracles of nature's design. creatures like me do not obey the conventional laws of nature; instead, we recommence from the outset each day, embracing the mystery and the majesty that comes from flying above it all. there's a special kind of wisdom in understanding the hidden, esoteric aspects of our climate, a melody that plays if you listen closely to the whispers of the earth.