The sparrow flys to save her nest ,
her young need food their open mouths expect !

The flies in humid skies are all around ,
hot sticky  nights are where they are to be found .


But nothing disturbs me more than these is the rolling thunder
above the trees .
Then slowly out of something dear ,
there is a change in the atmosphere.

A pitter patter on the ground ,
the sparrows have flown to more safer ground ,
my bones start to shiver as ever they know ,
the pouring rains ,
the winds that blow ,
then after all the rains have eased ,
a sparrows song can be heard above the trees .