The Birds Poem by Rishikesh R Ranga

Birds do fly round and round,
Having great joys, knowing no bounds...

If had wings, even we could fly!
In the very blue and enlarged skies.

On the green trees birds sit and sing,
To their golden nests and eggs they cling.

Creatures of God – Birds too I suppose.
Hurting, Using and selling them – I oppose! ! !

“To err is human, to forgive is divine”…
All you animal eaters what you’re doing isn’t fine! ! !