The Frightened Little Sparrow

The frightened little sparrow refused to fly

As the cold wind rushed past his tree

He stood on the edge shaking determined to try

To force himself to fly free.

He lifted a wing felt the wind blow fast

But his fear began to soar high

He knew there was something hidden in the past

And he ceased any chance to try.

So there he stood afraid and alone

The branch so high in the air

He stood so still his feet like stone

And his heart full of despair.

Who is he a sparrow who can't fly,

All the others would be ashamed,

In his heart he wished he would die,

But who was he to blame?

So night strolled in with the vicious wind,

And the sparrow stood once again on the tree,

A determination filled his once stricken heart,

And a new hope would set him free.