I sat that day in a small café
By a shaded riverbank,
The noise of town seemed far away
Though ducks quacked by in rank,
The anglers seemed to rest in dream
Rods resting from the cast,
Dozing on the sun’s warm beam,
Ah, to live this way at last.
The boats passed by and in their wake
Trailed spirals, spinning, silver white,
That always seemed about to break
And scatter shafts of light.
From lazy decks came shouts and song
And once a girl blew me a kiss,
From a boat they named So-long.
That brought the taste of bliss.
And then a sparrow, small and frail,
Among some branches overhead,
Began to tell his epic tale,
We hear as song instead,
Of travels far, among the clouds,
The skies, the stars, the seas,
Far from cities, far from crowds,
It near brought me to my knees.
So rare it is these days to hear
Such music so profound
When life costs us all so dear
And death is all around,
I dared to think the sparrow knew
That in his happy air
Lay some Hope, to bring us through
And save us from Despair.