Long ago the sparrow sang
of bluer skies and fluffier clouds.
Long ago it settled on a willow tree,
and nobody knew its whereabouts.
Long ago it built its nest,
its children tight in familial embraces
Long ago it let them fly,
let them explore all the new places.
Long ago, it was all long ago.
The sparrow now old, its bones weak.
The nest fell apart, the tree died.
From the willow tree now there comes a squeak.