Birds of sky feed on grains and insects,
yet they are holy, beautiful, melodious;
Their colours and their chirping delight eyes, ears and hearts.
While man, before whom angels once bowed down,
Looks covetously on birds, and makes,
A good meal of these birds of paradise,
Man drinks water purer than elexir,
Man crunches deep red apples, almonds, and walnuts -
Man takes delicious food ofmeat and fresh vegetables,
Yet turns ugly -the ugliest of all the animals,
Why?
Is he not the most honourable of all his creation?
Mykoul
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