Contentment

There goes the chirpy sparrow,

Early in the morning,

Busy with its chores,

Collecting twigs to make its mansion,

Gathering its meal from the tastiest table of nature,

Playing and singing in the Lord's playground

All this, it does without having to pay for it,

For it has no bank account or credit card to operate,

Oh! Man thinks wisely, are we not the same creation of God?

Why do we have to turn the Lord's playground into a war field,

When the tiny sparrow can teach us the wise way to live.