Golden Feathers

I saw a little sparrow
fall to the ground.
As she lay there I watched
there was no one around.
She had no help from anyone,
not one friend could be found.
Only a group of hungry crow's
standing all around.

Then I saw a hand reach down from Heaven
holding her together.
Then placed her high up in a tree,
on a bed of Golden Feather's.
In that bed of gold she waited,
and it seemed it took so long,
Then all at once her wing's were healed,
and the spinning in her head was gone!

The maker of this little bird, had watched,
and never let her go.
But held her safe in his arms, from
the band of hungry crow's.

Beverly Henshall Parrish
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