Sometimes life knocks us off our feet.
It makes us realise that we weren't as sure of ourselves as we thought we were.
Wounds are once again opened, the salt is poured back in, and things start to sting.
We think we're a great lion until that day when we realise we're actually a little Sparrow,
Drifting in the wind, eating earthworms.
But something we often forget is that,
While the lion may roar oh, so loud,
The little Sparrow fights against the cold, winter chill,
Clinging on to branches when storms come,
Building its nest on tree tops,
And soaring above the clouds.
I'm happy to be a Sparrow.
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