Ode To Song Sparrow Poem by Kieran Sam

The song sparrow comes again,
In the woodland garden after rain.
Warmth of the land's breath rises high,
As she alights on a willow nearby.
Above, blue clouds drizzle and gleam,
In this morning's silver-hued beam.
Hark! Does she sing a song or lament a lot?
With an honest, haunting voice, her heart's thought.
Not as melodious as a nightingale's cry,
Nor does she like an eagle, soar the sky.
Yet even angels might envy her sight,
In the dawn's deep mist, by first light,
Singing on a willow over the brook,
She heralds the day with every look.
For she sings in pure, not a shrill, tone,
Soars high with soul, not wings alone.
Numb, I find my veins mellow,
Struggling to grasp her celestial glow.
Once, I dearly sought such love,
My heart was aglow, like the sky above.
Behold, her unsung spirit braves fate,
With a melody so sweet, it might abate
The grief that dampens my eyes.
Yet she shows a heart no fear belies,
With deep blue eyes, she lures me near,
Out of this life, entangled in doom and despair.
Ah... You impute no blame to fate.
Bewailing not a single moment's plight,
For life's too precious to spend in spite.
You have a flight full of glee,
Away from grief, and gloom... you too fly free.