Little Sparrow Poem by Mari Martin

On winds of change
his wings do soar
on whispers of Old
lost no more.

Across tall trees
whose Spirits rise
singing songs
to fill the skies.

Through golden meadows
of ancient trails
in fields of gold
where truth prevails.

Finding refuge
from storms that rage
in time worn crevaces
wise with age.

His journey is long
but yet he finds
solace in shadows
left behind
whose changing color
with moon and sun
completes the cycle
once begun
by those whose wings
soared high as he
through time
in search
for what will be.

Little Sparrow flying by
take my spirit to soar on high.
Teach me patience so that I
may soar with you when hope is nigh
to reach the heights to which you fly
on winds of hope
in a darkened sky.