Early Poetry.

Nothing is borne out of the dead
Gold cannot be made out of lead
Once the sparrow of soul flits away
the body becomes the food of worms.

There is a bit of paradise in a backyard
of a home ….

God knows everything. He even knows and cares for the sparrows. We know he also cares for us.

Haiku.

This is about the nest of a sparrow is at the roof of a tree..

You can hear Him
In the chirp of sparrows;
You can hear Him talk
In the silence of the desert;
You can find Him everywhere.

Twitter little sparrow loud and louder! You’ll be spared the dung and the cat..

Nature poetry. Sparrows in the springtime.

Nature poetry.