Wish Granted. Poem by Lazarus Knix

A pensive sparrow sits
Upon the top branch
Of a chestnut tree,
Hidden like the Earth
Blanketed by snow.

The bird tried courting solitude-
But the songs of his
Brethren could be heard
Clearly from any corner
Of the forest.

The sparrow sighed-
“Oh, How I pray for silence!
I would do much to
Gain a bit of peace,
Away from this
Chattering wood! ”

But the sparrow knew -
That this world doesn’t
Suit the whims of one wish-
So, he tucked his wings
Beneath his breast
And slept.

It is said that that night-
A thunderbolt hurled like
A luminous javelin
Struck the tallest
Tree in the wood-
Setting fire to it’s greenery
And life.

The young sparrow awoke-
And surveyed the charred
Forrest in horror.
From hills to horizon-
Laid a desolate field
Of lifeless ash.
Yet it didn't once occur to him-
That His wish had been granted.