A sparrow came to play one day, he landed on my finger. His heart song was so beautiful, the music it did linger.
I want him to stay with me forever in my sight, but when he’d finished singing, the little bird took flight.
Though he has flown beyond my sight, His song remains, in me. In letting go, I came to see, The sparrow’s joy was meant to be.
For in release, the heart does grow, we find the peace sublime. But if we hold so tight in fear the soul will NOT align.