S.E. Scott
Early morning on a lovely Tuesday,
I discern a small life passing by.
I see her stop at my beautiful garden,
To sip some water from the vessels that lie.
Oh! I think she hurries to go.
To go to places so distant and far away.
I see her sitting on my orange tree,
Admiring the her wings that shine the sun’s ray.
She is a wanderer of the world,
I say, her world lies here in the, neighborhood.
She chirps on my window sill and sings,
The tune of much joy and good.
Her aura so charming, every bird discusses,
Her feathers so pretty and soft
The flowers that bloom in front of her,
Talk about her beauty, when she flies aloft.
Need I say more in praise of this sparrow,
She is elegant, tender and more benign,
The garden, that is lifeless ere’,
When she comes, is a more beautiful garden of mine
