A sparrow perched on a tree's bow

Feathers worn and winter gnawed

Trapped in frost, he is enthralled

What a formidable treasure

His song precious in icy weather

Underneath a blind white sky

Echoes his melody of hope

How proud he sings every note

No sparrow ever was so bold

As to sing before spring takes its hold

But from his bare, jagged perch

See his strayed and hungry form

The ever-persisting winter storm

'Tis a wistful song he sings

Until the death winter brings