The Night the Sparrow Died

`Twas night I walked this beaten path Were trees flooding either side Sycamores, dogwoods, oaks and bushy ferns All radiant in their springtime flare She caught my eye with her saddened cry The willow over there. Stepping off the path into the woods The leaves in dampness on the ground `Twas morning now as I walked around To the willow I could see Sitting alone, off in the distance Tears on all her leaves. I felt the sun as it rose up high Warming everything yet not the day I could smell the scent as it touched the sky The trees of springtime new I saw them sparkle; the tears of the willow As the sun had made its way The birds flew by and by and by Flying over the woods and through. The willow sat with space around Her branches full to the earth There laid a sparrow aside her trunk It laid in silent sound `Twas the night I walked this path `Twas then the willow cried Her tears fell down upon the earth The night the sparrow died.