As I awoke on that wispy cloudy winter’s day, it was dawn,very shortly I was singing a song of morn. I found myself all alone, gone was my mom’s warm feather’s by which my siblings , and I would cuddle together.
I heard a most beautiful voice coming from below, gathered there beneath my grand oak tree, a man in purple was speaking to a huge croud, he said; not one *Sparrow falls to the ground without my Father’s care.
My heart was racing so, I decided down to the ground I must go, the man paused, picked me up, and smiled, he said; thank you Father for this sign, loving care from you, the Divine.
He brought me to another oak tree, there appeared a nest with my Mom, and, the family, what a beautiful sight. Jesus said; I moved your Mom, and chicks, to save them from a preditor, I purposly left you behind to be my witness of how our Father is kind, he sends the rains on the crops of the good, and, evil alike.