Worry no more

Chirping birds always happy
they have not sacks of wheat,
not boxes of worms stacked
in fear of dark gloomy days.

Every day with new hope
In search of food do birds go,
worms and wheat await them plenty
No day leaves them hungry.

Every day brings new hope
For those who are armed
With faith and patience
Shall find the way to victory.

Bright days beckon us,
A happy future awaits us.
Worry no more for a
Happy heart attracts success.