The Sword and
the Sparrow
Amidst the trees the wind doth moan,
And ocean waves doth fiercely
roam,
But what use is a sword unshown,
When true friendship's been
known?
No longer doth the sparrow play,
Caught in the hawk's
unyielding sway,
But a family's joy on this day,
Brings sorrow to one young and
gay.
The sword is drawn to weave a net,
To catch the sparrow and the
threat,
And with a flick, the sparrow's
set,
Free to fly and not forget.
Soar, little bird, up to the sky,
And let your wings take you up
high,
For now we bid a fond goodbye,
As you leave to fly and to try. |