Sparrow

She sits alone along a river on a lonely mountaintop
The winter's wind brushes by her as tears begin to drop
The lovely river soothes no longer as we've come to see
The little sparrow wishing she could just sit in a tree

The road got rough, the gales blew hard and flowers, they did die
The angry world looked inward crying, "Sparrow! Why do you lie?"
Innocent and late one night she took flight to the sea
Seeking comfort away from those who would not let her be

But alas, there had to come the day the buzzards broke her wing
They found her bathing in the sea; she was just about to sing
They pecked and kicked until she was crimson with much despair
And when they left, her lame wing hung; she didn't even care

But then she vowed to avenge the death of her precious little wing
She set off on foot, an uphill battle, and before her eyes was Spring
The king of all seasons returned to take her up that mountain
She would soon forget what it was like to drink from a fountain

For the crisp mountain river has it all if one is so keen
To perceive its gifts - and she did, my friend - her eyes saw the unseen
Yet the little sparrow still wishes she could just sit in a tree
But she is at peace and she knows that from this place she'll never flee