Songs of the Sparrow

In the northern breeze, where snowflakes dance,The sparrow perches, takes its stance.With melodies pure, it fills the air,Whistling tunes beyond compare. Songs of warmth amidst the chill,Echoing through valley and hill.In pulses of two and three,A symphony for all to see. On lush branches, it finds its seat,With notes so sweet, so clear, so fleet.ShortContinue reading “Songs of the Sparrow”