The Sparrow
It sits
Caged
Waiting for fresh air
To fill its wings
And take it over the cedars
Restlessly, it hums
To itself
It's "what if's" and "maybe's"
Inaudible to the simple eye
How nice it would be
To be at the tip of the arrow
Soaring forward
The little bird waits
Watching, listening
Looking for the encouraging breeze
And dreaming of joy
Ready to fly alone
With the wind
Ready to climb toward the sun
And lead an army with me
~ Lauren
I love this so much! The message is so relatable. I really like how you ended it with "lead an army with ME." So cool!
ReplyDeleteWhy thank you Rachel!! ;)
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