One day when I was feeling ill
a sparrow flew on to my window sill.
He didn’t see me tucked up in bed
as he pecked away at a piece of bread.
I thought of how he could fly
when I, in bed could only lie.
I thought how Allah had made him small
and then of dinosaurs, and giraffes so tall.
I thought of many, many things
some with four legs, others with wings.
I thought how wonderful Allah is
because everything around me is really His.