Sparrows © Poem by Roann Mendriq

The hawk, with all its grace and might,
glides and floats up in the sky;
Superior in his lonely flight,
views his kingdom from on high.

The sparrow, always in a flutter,
wings in a constant fervent flap!
Within the trees and branches' clutter
is content with Ma Nature's scrap.

Now, I could never glide or soar
to climb the clouds or reach for skies,
Me, I would never dare explore
my limits for a lofty prize.

Sparrows flutter in a tree.
They do remind myself of me.