Sparrows in the Fountain

Sparrows in the fountain,
With their feathers all a’fluff,
Frolic and remind me
Sometimes Nature is enough.

I can feel the bonds releasing,
Where they’d tightened ‘round my heart,
As I sit and watch the sparrows
While they dip and douse and dart.

Though they’re not the main attraction,
As the flowers love to boast,
It’s the sparrows in the fountain
That call out to me the most.

So when Stress, though most unwelcome,
Pays an unexpected visit,
Just an hour with the sparrows
Is an antidote exquisite.