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.
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