There is a little bird, a little mechanical bird that glitters and sparkles as the light touches its delicacy. It seems so eaily harmed, yet charmed with luck and good wishes. It has the joy of a faerie creature, love of life of a child, the heart of a human and the soul of a butterfly. It hops up to your hand, looks you in the eye with a smile of pure delight and says " 'Go Play!' One of life's greatest precepts, and it's surprising how few people remember such a simple thing." Then the bird dances off, around and up and down, playing with the light, or the wind, or the leaves. Such a startling little creature - wiser than most yet only joyous. A machine of perpetual motion which should not exist. But it does, and perches on your shoulder, and talks with the language of the mystic men and spin doctors just like it ate a dictionary. And it makes you happy, because it is. The world is somehow a more magical place when seen through those bright eyes,jewels of the heart. Everything is full of interest, reason for being, worth noticing. Life cannot be empty, instead it becomes soul-refreshing.