Colin F. Jones
LEST HE BE CALLED A FOOL
In scarlet vest he builds his nest,
And his neighbour’s shirt is blue,
But though their colours are unique,
From a single bird they grew.
One eats insects, the other seeds,
And the eagle eats them both,
For not all the chicks the wrens do breed
Live past their infant growth.
It is the way all things were made;
The scales of life’s control,
And man with all his power and greed
Was made part of the whole.
How can he then in peace succeed
Lest he be called a fool?
©Copyright October 25, 2006 by Colin F. Jones