Little sparrow

Little sparrow watched the sun rising. Its gold beams shone off the tip of his beak. He lifted his head to bask in it. He imagined himself flying with the stars. Having the fresh air break between his feathers, carrying him somewhere else. Somewhere he was supposed to be. Where the sky was free, and the angels were dusted in silver. He wanted to be the Little sparrow that could fly. He wanted to fly so high that his wings grazed the heavens, and the clouds dissolved into thin air. He wanted to be the Little sparrow that could reach the sky.

Written by Alecia Writes

5 thoughts on “Little sparrow

  1. Love this–full of imagery and emotion 🙂

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