Sonnet-Man, Learn From The Birds Poem by Dr John Celes

When Hope eternal springs in Avian hearts,
That long all day for water, food and shade,
On Summer's noon, with parched throats, body-parts,
Why shouldn't a man's despair similarly fade?

So steadily they chirp from tree to tree;
With hungry mouths and eyes frantic for food;
And Lo, some flowers greet them nectarily,
They beak their drink and speed in jocund mood.


Yet, men alone so wearily remain;
Just panting, cursing sultry, hot weather;
The cloudless sky offers no hope of Rain;
How worse off must it be for the Beggar?

Tho' they die, do Birds, commit suicide?
And all along in Nature, they abide.