IF THE BIRDS CAN SING, WHEN ALL IS NOT FAIR, WHY IS IT THAT WE ARE BENT DOWN WITH CARE? FOR CREATOR, WHO LOOKS DOWN ON THE BIRDS FROM ABOVE, IS THE VERY SAME SAVIOR WHO KEEPS US IN LOVE. WORRY IS LIKE A STEEP HILL,WHICH WE GLIMPSE AGAINST THE SKY.WE WONDER HOW WE EVER WILL GET UP A HILL SO HIGH.YET, WHEN WE REACH THE TOP, WE SEE THE ROAD WE LEFT BEHIND IS NOT AS STEEP AND SHEER, AS WE HAD PICTURED IN OUR MIND.