I, as the sparrow finding hope
Learning there, finding there
The joy that all were seeking
Love the dangerous isotope
The boundaries marked off
A land violently attacked
Even if the willow tree was saved
For a moment from the logger's axe
The sparrow survived hiding in shadow
Fleeing as he was chased from paradise
We the immigrants from the land unbidden
The act of an unknowing hand
The slaying by an ignorant act
The sparrow waited and was cast out
He had dreams but the world of man didn't
He needed to know if he was alive
While the willow kept her passion hidden
The isotope of love was spent in the half life
Filled with regret for a life unlived
But what could have become known
Now alone with little left
Living in hurt, lost in strife
Sparrow burned everything it owned
A fetus and womb, from birth into tomb
How to ever acknowledge
How he lost his love
And then lost his home
"Look at the Sparrows; they do not know what they will do in the next moment. Let us literally live from moment to moment." Mahatma Gandhi
