a place with flax and grass and challenge.
The little raindrops mature and fall as heavy pour.
The wind and water make climbing difficult:
the sparrow struggles on.
I’ll retire from flying if I reach the top, she thinks.
But she cannot.
She has to come down again,
finds her abode at the bay
where a boat is waiting
to take her away.
May be she unconsciously don’t want
cause this venture of climbing
keeps her alive!