When I was Ill

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