Varying truths

Greeted the day with a wide embrace and smile.. Accepting this phenomenal gift our senses are unable to hold all at once.. These tiny whorls over the sea like involuntary frissons of emotion caused by fleeting touches of the wind.. These birds sitting around in shared companionship rejoicing in the moment.. Sipping tiny drops of water on the ground.. Has rained early morning leaving a wet sparkling sheen everywhere.. Drops of water clinging to the glass in myriad designs vying for nothing but to realize their own identity.. Reflecting varying truths within each eye..  Its still not raining.. the sky a clear blue.. How clear the sounds of birds in the morning hours and during the day traffic sounds drown out everything else.. Can still hear intermittent chirps.. and so want to train my ears to drown out the traffic sounds instead.. Who teaches these birds anything.. They have to spread their own wings and learn to fly.. Sensing the weather.. Any danger.. Building shelter.. Knowing the directions they need to fly seasonally.. Would we too understand and sense much more if we could shut out the noise.. Do we all come naturally equipped with the sense and ability to survive.. Look at all these birds insects and animals.. Never needing to wear clothes whatever the season..