In the hush of dawn, where twilight sighs,
A sparrow’s tale takes to the skies,
With wings of dusk and morning’s dew,
It dances where the stars are few.
A fleeting breeze in feathered form,
It braves the tempest, mocks the storm,
In tender flight, its heart alights,
On branches kissed by moonlit nights.
A melody, both wild and free,
It weaves the threads of sky and sea,
In humble grace, its spirit flows,
A testament to life that grows.
In shadows cast by ancient trees,
It finds its home, its fleeting ease,
A symbol of the quiet might,
That lives in every gentle flight.
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