A Sparrow's Story Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Tiny beak taps, a gentle sound,
On a shell, hard and round.
'Time to come out, ' it seems to say,
'And greet the bright, blue sunny day.'

Mama bird waits, a gentle hum,
Her warmth still keeps her eggs from the sun.
She turns them softly, one by one,
Her mother's duty, never done.

A tiny crack, then a little peek,
Two bright eyes, so new and meek.
Mama chirps low, a happy sigh,
Her little one has reached the sky.

Soon, brothers and sisters will join the fray,
All hungry for a brand new day.
The first one ready, with courage bold,
A sparrow's story, to be told.

The nest is busy, life unfolds,
Nature's rhythm, in cycles old.