Introspection random

Little crow

He is a little dark crow
Flying over a field of sorrow.
He is just trying to keep
The sense of his life, so deep.
I see him from my window,
I would help him but don't know how.
So many twinkles in his eyes,
But it is just because he cries.
Slowly his heart is getting low,
As more and more, falls the snow.