Sparrows

On the ground beside a very tiny grave
Grew a small flow’r;
Grew all alone.
Then one day not so very long ago,
Sparrows came and took the flower and flew away.

In the air around a very tiny grave
Flew a yellow wasp;
Flew all alone.
Watching the sun grow grass on the gravestone
Covering the words but we know wasps can’t read.

In the air above a very tiny grave
Blew the north wind;
Blew all alone.
Bringing the snow to level the earth
So no one would know that there ever was a grave.

In the ground below a very tiny grave
Lay a small child;
Lay all alone.
Welcoming weather coming to take her grave
Back to the place where she had come from.

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