The sound of music

On many an occasion we would walk through the woods listening to the music of a song bird but never locating the origin of the sound.  Today, as we made our way through the glen, the sound of a song bird filled the air.  We stopped and listened to the happy chirping. We looked around but did not see anything but the chirping continued long enough for our eyes to adjust to our surroundings.  And, as we looked around scanning the trees for the source of the sound, we spotted a tiny wren perched upon a branch of a nearby tree.  Oblivious to our presence it continued it's lovely song, its joyful melody echoing after us as we made our way home.