Rebirth

Meandering along a path of dust,
Thinking of life's opportunity,
I contemplated my heart, and how it had grown callused
What hath I left, in comprehension, at it's simplest?
But in my be-muddled mind, perception was as a thorny briery.

I continued upon my dirty trek,
Wondering at the distant horizon,
The ample pleasures of life were as an uncertainty as the path's goose-neck
But I marched forward in summer gales and winter snow flecks,
Attempting to escape my own personal hangman.

In my continuing sojourn, I came upon a tiny bird,
A sparrow, fluttering, yet not lifting off from the Earth,
The valiant creature's wing was broken, yet he labored
I spied his effort---never losing hope---although injured,
And I thought upon my condition: "This is a rebirth".