With a flutter of wings, the sparrow takes flight
Soaring through the sky, so free and light
His small body glides through the air
With grace and ease, without a care
His feathers, a blur as he darts and dips
A flash of brown and gray, as he flips
Through the clouds and over the trees
The sparrow, a master of the breeze
With a song on his beak, he sings his tune
A melody sweet and simple, like a boon
A symbol of hope and a reminder of life
The sparrow, a bird of beauty and delight
