In the flashing current of the urban life
In the cocktail of voices and sirens,
‘Mid the northern tempests, blizzards
And the fogs above the rivers
Thine life-giving voice is testifying
Of the coming of her Majesty –the all-good Spring.
And you sing, and you sing,
Although you aren’t a nightingale,
Thine quiet silvery song is louder than the crack of doom.
It flows like sweetest music,
Which gives hope, invigorates and emboldens.
And the Earth casts off its icy test,
The sparrow’s warble thus the blissful era attests.
April, 2012