A sparrow flies to me
at dawn ,
On my window sill it rests ,
It chirps on and on at the rising
and tastes the dews on green leaves .
It flits about in the fresh
Unaware of an observer, that's me.
Its presence fills me with happiness
That each new day brings.
A sparrow flies to my window sill
It has just come from a stream
And brings smells of fresh
Its songs are laughter in my dreams
A sparrow perches on my window sill .
The wind starts blowing that day.
I wonder if my little bird is cold
But it just flaps its wings and flies away.
A sparrow rests at my window sill.
Day is dawned and the cocks are crowing.
I must wait , wait for it to start singing.
And that day, it is raining.
A sparrow comes to my window sill
Sadly it sings , " He's gone ! He's gone
Then I follow it to the water
and watch it flies out of sight !
By Agatha Lai