Like a Sparrow

Sits content on the ridge cap of your roof, tweeting, mind fleeting is happy to find a worm, a bug cares not for the song of the nightingale just as well you'd place him in a cage to hear him sing cares not for the eagles flight you'd tame him, make him hunt for you he is happy to be the sparrow as that is what he was intended to be how sad would it be if there were no sparrows in the big city marketplace We humans so get off the track of life end up derailed, marooned, shipwrecked but of our own accord carry too much baggage What do we care about destiny so are we caught up in our own web of consternation that we are blind to truth You know that the mighty king, the hippy, the judge, the baker and the undertaker, and my dear reader, even you, and me we all stem from the same cell, originally as we were taught at R I, in primary school Yet all that matters little, cosmically speaking as the earth spins about itself and about the sun etc. it does not spin for or around you nor me but it is so indescribably beautiful that in the reflection of a puddle in the street we can see the moon, the sun, our faces cathedrals and mountains regardless of riches or poverty. Like a sparrow we ought to accept what we have as that is most likely how it was intended.