Little Sparrow

Little sparrow in the tree
If you could see the world like me
You would wonder why you even carry on

And as you flutter down
Picking grubs out of the ground
I can't help but think my existence here is wrong

Because I watch the trees brace themselves against the wind
I see the salmon as they struggle up the stream
And the winds clear the clouds as a brand new day begins
And I just notice everyday

There's more of us, and less of you