Sparrow - A Poem.
In the hedgerows and the meadows,
Where the grasses sway and bend,
There's a tiny bird that flutters,
On its wings that never end.
The sparrow, with its coat of brown,
And the voice so sweet and clear,
Is a creature of the wild,
That's cherished far and near.
It flits and dances through the air,
With grace that's hard to match,
And though it may be small in size,
Its spirit is hard to catch.
For in that tiny bird there lies,
A will to live and strive,
That never fails to inspire,
And keeps it ever alive.
So though it may seem unremarkable,
This sparrow with its wings,
It's a symbol of resilience,
And the joy that nature brings.
And if we take the time to watch,
And listen to its song,
We'll find a world of wonder,
That's been there all along.
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