On a spring morning when the sun comes up and you happen to wake up early and see the pink of the dawn sky, the misty haze that lies across the fields like a baby's blanket, the glad sounds of the birds as they wake up, then the light gets brighter, the sun's rays are warm and everything is fresh before the dust of summer has settled, you will feel your heart sing, you will feel a joy deep within you, you will feel happy just breathing in and out.
You might make a cup of coffee and sit drinking it, admiring the fat blossoms on the trees, full of the promise of the fruit they will bear. You might watch a bird take flight, you might see a hang-glider trying to experience the same joy as the birds, the thrill of flying. You might feel overcome with emotion, with joy, with the pleasure that nature is offering on a bright spring day. So that's when you might start saying things like it makes your heart sing, your soul soar, or other such expressions.
Here is a verse by William Wordsworth ( 1770 - 1850)
Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys and fears,
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie to deep for tears.
and another one by Robert Browning (1812 - 1889)
The year's at the spring,
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hillside's dew-pearled;
the lark's on the wing;
the snail's on the thorn;
God's in his heaven -
All's right with the world.
|Fly like a bird|