The Fat Sparrows Tree

Do you ever watch little birds in a tree on your front lawn? They rise early, stretching, shaking, chirping right at the break of dawn. They are soon to be going out looking for their food for the day. It’s like they gather to talk about day. Make a plan, and they are on their way. I’ve watched those small fat sparrows, one male with red breasted colors, start their day. Seeing that I’ve been awaken way before them I marvel at their precision time as they fly away. They have their babies in the nest outside in the bush in my yard. I realize their protection love and bondage their caring ways for their young, who they fiercely guard. Special, yes, it’s truly sad that creatures that live in this tree live by instinct are smarter than men. Men; where war is a happenstance for greed, maliciousness, man’s total misunderstanding this is a sin. The fat bellied sparrows knows not nuclear bombs, knows not killing for gain; So it’s clear to me in then the birds will win. As the horsemen are riding, here in the end is the end of an age the fat bellied sparrows live in the tree in harmony. I look at this family this fat bellied sparrows community, and see God’s gift to them, they not man’s terrible destiny.