The sparrow dances amongst the trees,
Chirping and singing wild and free.
Playing in the afternoon breeze,
She displays her beauty for me to see.
Sweet is she flying serene,
In and out, around the trees.
She stops, she looks as I speak,
She whistles back singing to me;
Is the song she sings to me,
Oh what fun, we both agree!
Then at once off she goes
To bring this joy to another soul;
To brighten their day, to remove dismay,
To sing a song and offer her play.
What a beautiful memory;
The day goes on merrily.
The Sparrow by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse