Sparrows
Many big and mighty things
Many birds of prey
Many little sparrows too
With wings of brown and grey
Jet sparrows serve a purpose
Else why would small birds be?
Each day I watch them as they glean
Away the harmful pests and bugs.
From flower, bush and tree
Still without fail each sunset
Cruise in the birds of prey
To find their favourite dinner,
In the old hedge each day.
I watch the seen of death and kill
And know this too must be Gods will
For round and round in circles
Goes the rhythm of life forever
It’s not up to man to perceive God's plan
Nor to phantom his smallest endeavour.
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