The Sparrow

There was this little blue-eyed bird

Flying on the blue sky

Searching

They say the world stops when the sparow sings

But this one didn't for a long time

He's looking for a safe place

A place where he'll bild his home

He sees a tree

Not the tallest, not the srtongest

But the one among all

He choses her

And when he finally lands

He sings

And his song is the most beautiful in the world