Spring was when I first heard it,
The sparrow's simple song.
The lilies bloomed to hear some more
As the sparrow began its tune.
Summer was when it changed
Into a harmony of two.
Another voice from its mate
As the sparrow resumed its tune.
Autumn was when it slowed
Into a crooning refrain.
The songbirds lulled their babe to sleep
As the sparrow mellowed its tune.
Winter was when it stopped.
The songbirds' nest was barren.
The air was cold and still
As the sparrow ended its tune.