Today has no inspiration. So I listen to the birds as they sing away the darkness of the night.
A kind of celebration is going on. Birds are in more than one way free. Not only do they fly; they also are allowed to sing whenever they want. No one has yet complained about them waking him up to early. Plants have a much more difficult life. They are not allowed to produce seeds or they get engineered in an other way. But they have no feelings yet. Except in the body snatchers; they became alive there.
Now for the birds no one has come up with a seed that silence them. Engineering life is however more and more on the agenda of scientists. Luckily for the wild birds they can spread their wings and fly away. Far out of reach of the by experiment driven scientists.