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
“Contemplating Flight” by Wayne L @ DeviantArt.com