People are fascinated by extremely beautiful things
Like me, I love the sweetest of the Sparrows who sing
In dulcet tones round Earth she resonates and rings
My hearts bliss she effortlessly brings
The sweetest of Sparrows on truest route
Goes sweeping, soaring at one in the Noon
Borne aloft on warm, gentle zephyr
Her exquisite beating heart abloom
Imbued with deep and luscious ember
That burned until her life's December
Her cosmic joy her tune remembers
Warbled out in divine timbre
Sparrow, Sparrow in the air
Wings like arrows, feathers rare
Tuneful auras, shroud her song
A rhapsody, around, along
No gray reason restrains rhyme
As it spills throughout time
Sparrow, sparrow in the air
What wry spark is hiding there?