Bird and Man

Oh, as I lie,
Gazing at the sky,
Watching the birds fly,
I have many questions.

Oh Bird how is it to fly?
How is it to glide in bliss,
To never have a worry?
It must be nice surely.

And how would the Bird reply?
Perhaps it would give a sigh,
And say oh foolish man,
Has God not given you enough,
That you should still want more?

How can you be so unimaginably blind,
When God gifted you with such a mind?

Oh Man, how is it that you want more,
When He gave you all there is to adore?
How is it you can weep over nothing,
When you have everything?
How can you be so blind?

And then it would fly away,
Thinking how foolish Man is,
While I lie down in the grass,
Thinking how foolish I was.

Oh how could I be so strangely blind,
When God gave me such a mind?

And now as I lie
Gazing at the sky
I am finally content
As I watch the birds fly.