The Summit
Of sparrow
So there’s
A mountain
Tall and lush
With trees and flowers
Blooming down below
But at the top
Just one tree
Stands alone
Against the sky
Just one nest
Hidden
in the boughs
Carefully crafted
From hopes and dreams
With no- one home.
The nest is empty
Silent and still
Without the sparrow’s
Joyful trill.
The sparrow sings
In a hidden nest
On a mountain
Of sadness.
Its joyful song
Rings out
From the lone tree,
Spilling across
The land
Like a song
from the heavens
It knows not
That this mountain
Is of sadness
It knows
only to sing
A song
And the joy
Comes naturally.
From its tiny lungs,
Bursts forth
A song of wonder
And hope
And joy.
The little sparrow
Will stay and sing
On that
Distant mountain
Of sadness
Until it’s called
back
To its home
But for now, it’s content
To sing
Where it’s needed,
Always ready to
Move on to other
Mountain tops
Until every
Mountain of sadness
Rings with joy.
For, you see,
The little sparrow
Has a purpose
On that
mountain top
Of sadness
Sing, little sparrow…
Hearts are
Listening
Clinging
To every note.
About the Creator
Colleen Walters
i’m just a girl in Florida who likes to write things, inspired by events and people in my life..
When I grow up, I want to be a kid again.
Comments (1)
Awww, that little sparrow is so adorable! Loved your poem!