On a plush green mountain top surrounded by the silver clouds...
A sparrow made her nest with twigs of hope and grass of life...
And through the day she flew all over the green in search of sustenance...
With nothing but her will to accompany her...
But every evening when she returned to her nest... a feeling of belonging greeted her...
So in that little nest of her's she found the comfort and care which she missed through out the day...
Yet one day blew a nasty wind and with it took the twigs and grass along...
Now the nest which the sparrow called home was gone and in its place remained the struggles and pain of missing "to what you belong"...
So the sparrow wept... and it turned dark... and she wept as the lights broke through the darkness...
And as the first light fell on her dry tears... she stood... tall and calm... she then took a leap up in the air and began her day as usual...
With only her will to accompany her she found every twig and every plate of grass blown away...
And with them made the nest which once was... again...
A sparrow made her nest with twigs of hope and grass of life...
And through the day she flew all over the green in search of sustenance...
With nothing but her will to accompany her...
But every evening when she returned to her nest... a feeling of belonging greeted her...
So in that little nest of her's she found the comfort and care which she missed through out the day...
Yet one day blew a nasty wind and with it took the twigs and grass along...
Now the nest which the sparrow called home was gone and in its place remained the struggles and pain of missing "to what you belong"...
So the sparrow wept... and it turned dark... and she wept as the lights broke through the darkness...
And as the first light fell on her dry tears... she stood... tall and calm... she then took a leap up in the air and began her day as usual...
With only her will to accompany her she found every twig and every plate of grass blown away...
And with them made the nest which once was... again...
This time she wrote a message for the wind to read.. and the message said "i may be blown... i may be crushed... but not even my fate can stop me from reaching the place where i belong"...!!!
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