the white throated sparrow woke me up with its sad song

i awoke
in a cold morning
with the sad song of the white throated sparrow

the space and the sound
twinkling in a murmur
taking my being into a sudden epiphany

how alienated i was feeling
in this world encompassing
the distance between the bird's song and my thoughts

how much anguish i was sensing
while the leaves kept resisting their near death
in this orderly disorder

(still i couldn't click)
the white throated sparrow kept singing its sad song
and i, stranged, almost arrogant

could not reply to its sadness
thus, only closing my eyes
i smile to its beauty