If Birds are God's orchestra, crickets are their conductor. They chirp away. Their tempo stays the same. The crickets know God's mood. The birds know his favorite songs. The crickets cue the breeze. God always listens to his orchestra. We can't hear it when e moves his furniture. The crickets save their most beautiful pieves for God's redecorating. It's so beautiful the angels cry. Each patch of Earth is like a room. God only redecorates one room at a time. Sometimes you have to go to the next room to hear the music.

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