Sweet and small, my pretty sparrow
Wish my mood was just as narrow
So beautiful is your entire plume
How your rust hides all your gloom
But how come your cage is so small?
Almost makes me, in pity, bawl
I remember when first my eyes you drew
And for your beauty, I locked you
Now no longer I can see you fly
Which truly makes me think, and sigh:
If I am the one who trapped the sparrow,
Does that mean, I am not the hero?

Last flap of wings,
Tear apart the sky,
As oriole rise above the horizon.

Birds will always be,
To spread & fly their wings.
The glory of birth,
Dear nature’s mothers sing.
Art takes time to grow,
Us as flowers to bloom.
Bewildered the wild,
Here for us to consume.
So inspiring,
The winds for me to tell.
Grooming trees to talk,
Grown tall to wish you well.
Let the sun set on,
Always new tomorrow.