In the garden, in the trees,

the birds are chirping.

Our car breaks down and we are stranded,

but the birds are chirping.

The fridge-freezer failed us – again,

still the birds are chirping.

Some seeds won’t germinate, no matter what I do

and the birds keep chirping.

We have food in our bellies and a roof overhead,

the birds are chirping.

Be grateful for all the good, I tell myself –

Because the birds are chirping.