Today I watched the birds
They flew and chirped with glee
They sing for whom?
And for whom so gloriously?
Then I knew,
It came to me,
That birds don't sing
For you or me
They have no notion,
No care for praise;
They have no fear
Of social disgrace.
They lift their songs
For only One
Their Creator, they deem
The worthy One.
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Spill My Thoughts
ŞiirRandom musings, observations, and questions in mostly a poetic form.
