Sonnet-Man, Learn From The Birds

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.