Paralus ever lived in affectionate communion with the birds and the flowers.
The birds feel it—and wonder at the tune that makes no noise.
Among the delights of spring, how is it possible to forget the birds?
So the girl asked to walk by the river and hear the birds sing.
The morning air was sweet, and the birds were beginning to sing.
And then for a few minutes they rode like birds on the path of the wind.
Take the glass, one of you, and see what that is, away ahead of the birds.
They stood before him palpitating like birds, poised, tense for flight.
I had seen everything in it—birds and beasts—and had heard all its strange noises.
After the incident of the birds and cage, my sagacity was for some time at fault.