I have a great catalogue of music stored within my mind and when dark thoughts intrude upon its sun bathed soil, I push a song bird seed up toward the light; birthed there within luminous melody are all fears of treachery uncoiled without fight. Find rest in Him who sings the song of your soul uplifted, there all of your breath and intuition is perfectly gifted. You are a human seed and all of your life is called to a symphony, now die and give birth to song.