grateful for the given hour

grateful for the given hour
an open hand that lets the sparrow fly
wings return the spirit from the sky
like water to a flower

every element is born to die
like water to a flower
becomes a scent, a color
fills the senses of the passersby

like water to a flower
they, becoming blossoms, smile and sigh
the petals fall to ground, the sparrows fly
grateful for the given hour