There’s a little sparrow on my tree, looking at the world below
Lifting its head towards the sun, it spreads its wings, prepares to go
The tree stands lonely, so it seems, no one’s there to prevent the fall
So I run outside, my palms open wide, trying to withhold the blow.
But the sparrow never lands in my hands, it shoots back like a cannonball
It’s so tiny and has no guidance, and the tree so mighty and so tall
The world is a dangerous place, and the treetop is now the only sanctuary
So the little sparrow stays up there, waiting for help in its way to stroll.
Sometimes I hear its desperate cries, at nights it gets a little scary
When no one is watching it spreads its wings, but alas, it’s still a little wary
It doesn’t know there’s someone out there, watching its every motion
For as much as it knows, it’s alone in the world, it has no godmother fairy.
As the days pass by, it seems like the little sparrow will never cross the ocean
It keeps on trying, though at night it’s still crying, it just doesn’t get the notion
Until one day I wake up to the sweetest song in the world, a song of glee
My sparrow stands erect on the tree, spreading its wings wide with devotion.
As it takes a leap of faith off its safe haven, in my heart I plea
For my tiny little sparrow to find its way into the bright blue sky, for my sparrow to flee
It’s probably a little selfish but I almost don’t want him to be leaving
But the thought fades as he expands, ascends up high, finally free.
I’ve never heard a voice as pure as my sparrow’s singing
Sometimes I dream about it, in my dark moments to its song I’m clinging
But it was time for it to go and explore, find its place, and for me to start believing
When the wind rises it is time for us to start living.
I’ve always thought that if I’d been any animal in my past life I would have been a bird. I’m just attracted to them, for some reason. They are alone in the sky, traveling with no pupose, seeing everything there is to see from up above.
Fun fact – in Hebrew, the word sparrow also means freedom (Dror).
I’d love to hear your opinion, and also, if you’d like, which animal you think you would have been in your past life.
Thank you for reading.