Sing my little friend! Keep singing! The mesa and lake were filled with the Meadowlarks’ songs. One had to stop and listen. What more can be said if you can imagine the heavens filled with the power of simple joy sung for no other reason than to sing.  “A bird doesn’t sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song” (Rabindranath Tagore). Sing my little friend! And may my song echo yours.