Sparrow in storm

Sleeping through storm, what else could I wish for!

The garden of cherry blossoms
And lavender spirited breeze
Wait at the dawn of storm
To spare them if he please
Hold strong their honey fort
Together, all the Bees of hive
But the wings are blown away
Of the butterfly too naive
There, in the bark of oak
A small sparrow sings
The weight of worlds
On her feeble wings
To reconcile with morn
she pleads the night
Only such promise will keep
Her eyes from losing sight
Her voice spirals in howling wind
Slowly she shall hope
Fall asleep in dark
And dream of scattered rose.

Author's Note

I am back online, after a brief hibernation 😅