The Little Sparrow Abandoned by your mother I become one like none other Protecting you from rain and sun Feeding grains one by one

Waking up to your chirp feeble Your open mouth no longer a riddle Sitting petite on my palm To my soul you become a balm

The flutter of your tiny wings What joy to my heart it brings I long to see you fly Joining friends, wishing me goodbye

The thought brings a silent tear The separation can I bear? But still I wait for the morrow When you become a big sparrow