A sparrow, full to bursting with song,
Perches amid the yellow\'ed wattle throng.
Sun, a hesitant trickster in the mist,
Anoints the valley, by dawn\'s light kissed.
The meadows, in their easy sprawl,
Tease the eye, beckon the heart\'s drawl.
Bleeding, a son, through the fabric of will,
From the deep well of love, mercy spills.