burning wood and paper

Burning wood,
like paper in the wind.
The words all undefined.
A string of words with
undless possibilities.
A glimpse for just a fleeting second.
A crink and cackle of wood and paper,
burning endless in the sun.

The child and the sparrow

A sparrow with its graceful wings,
flitting about below.
As a young girl watches and wonders how
her life might be so.
For a sparrow with its graceful dance
can only know of joy.
It's song never hints at sorrow.
Oh, how the young girl wishes
she could borrow; the sparrow's
life for just s fleeting moment.

A child with its careful hands
as she molds her thoughts like clay.
A sparrow who wishes her wings
would still a moment to lay.
A child with a future and a
thousand dreams to seek.
Is the envy of a sparrow who's
outcome is often bleak.

How these souls came to envy,
one can never know.
But the child and the sparrow
wish different lives ever so.