The Sparrow's Song

A poem about a Sparrow

Once I was told,

In the world of old,

A sparrow to be found.

A sparrow without a sound.

This sad creature had no voice

But that was of its own choice.

This sparrow could sing a tune,

From July all the way to June.

This sparrow had a song -

A million and a half miles long.

This sparrow’s song could soar,

Could fly past the moon and then some more.

But the sparrow had a hitch.

A small, minuscule glitch

There was no one to flip the switch.

The sparrow was all alone

And felt the loneliness in its very bones.

And all the sparrows know :

You can’t sing a cheer

When there’s no one to hear.

You can’t have your song glimmer and glisten

When there’s no one that can listen.

You can’t sing a song

When there’s no one to sing along.

Once I found

A sparrow bursting with sound.

The sparrow was never alone

And it sang till its entire body shone.

The sparrow’s voice was tinged with strife,

As if, the song had been in there its whole life.

But now the song was free

And I found that the key was me.

One note and I knew

That I could sing that tune too.

To the moon, our voices did roam

And we sung the sparrows song

As we finally went home

And we never again were alone.

Author's Note

Any grammatical corrections or Comments are welcomed.