Even the Sparrows

Even the sparrow has a place to lay it's head, So why should I lay worries on my breath? All the world's colors laid with such ingeniousness so why should I live in gray grievousness? Oh God! you even crafted nature's music in brilliance! Then how can I be overcome by my monotonous silence? ( It was my silence, a strangling silence, Unpeaceful, condemning, rooted in me with defiance.) -Storms visit all forests. But trees are anchored with firmness. So when anxiety hits me hardest, trees teach me calmness. Even how the tides dance over the oceans, and how they crash and thunder! So small I feel, and insignificant, that pride cannot be a blunder. To the short-tempered man, I'd advice, look to nature and her device. To the jealous I must teach, How all creation will live in joy and peace. And those who hate must consider that Life always tramples the bitter Hence what I know is this: Man is witty, and crafts many things but has forgotten to think about all his blessings.