On the treetop, a tiny song sparrow sings her song,
Perched on a slender twig, so frail and long,
She feels the branch bend, under the weight of her wings,
Yet she trills and chirps, her
melody brings.

She sings of life,care, love & joy,
Though the branch beneath her bends and employ,
She feels the weight, but
still she sings,
Her heart full of hope, her
spirit rings.

With each chirp and trill, a titmouse takes flight,
Inspired by the sparrow's song, so pure and bright,
Their wings beat in unison, a symphony of sound,
As they dance and flit, around the treetop bound.

In twigs that tremble with
every breeze,
She perches, her feathers
as a tease,
She sings with joy, without a care,
Her voice is so sweet, her
spirit is rare.

For though her branch creaked
and swayed,
And her wings are so small,
yet she did not stray,
She knew her time on
earth was short,
So she sang with all her heart.

She did not want to be
like the humans,
Backstabbing and cruel, with hearts of stone,
She wants to be humble,
free & true,
A bird, with a big heart that flew.

She may...