Sparrow's in a nest,
One, Two and Three,,
Under mother's breats,
Warm as they can be!
Your mother keeps you warm,
Your father brings you food!
Wordly troubles you have none,
Happy little brood!
Mid you do not fall!
From your nest so high,
You have no feathers yet,
So you cannot fly.
When your feathers grow,
On a Sunny day,,
And you are strong enough
Off you shall fly, happily chirping away
Brishti, I will wait for the day you fly away! That will make the work of my life complete.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment