The Little Sparrow

The Little Spar
Looked after by your mother
I become one like none other
Protecting you from rain and sun
Feeding grains one by one

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