Listening to the sparrows song, a melody so sweet
does it only sing to perhaps a mate to meet?
Or, does it sing so I a human with heavy heart,
can find a new beginning, my own tune to impart?

High up on a willow branch though it be not strong,
it continues to put forth rapture in it's song.
Somehow it watches the world from way up high,
sings to me as I wipe a tear from my eye.

If the sparrow can teach me a brand new melody
and a differnt way that my tired eyes may see,
I will take my pen and write, perhaps even show
what I heard that day, just before the snow.

There was strength, a clear and simple tune
that lifted my spirit and drove away my gloom.
I think I saw it smile just as it flew away
singing, I'll be back again on a warm spring day.

Justalady