A single sparrow slumbers by the lake.
An unjust sin would be to make him wake.
Since summer's gone; for it could never stay.
Yet, still it pains his heart to see decay.
Please, will you spare the sparrow of the sight?
His nested perch now overcome with blight.
Verdure surely succumbs to sickness soon,
As does the sun; it must yield to the moon.
When lightning cracks the sky and darkness reigns
The whole of nature suffers all the same.
But would you kindly let the small one sleep?
And dreams of summer bid him keep?
Still, you and I must live to face the day.
We’ve traded all our ignorance away.
the bold type
6 years ago
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