Whose Eye is on the Sparrow?

It rains, a gale rises, the big top collapses, fire breaks out, panic, people trample their neighbors to death as faced with the prospect of dying they make the decision, now, swiftly, who matters most. "I matter. I. I. I matter."

...I fly alone, apart from the flock, on long journeys through storm and clear skies to another summer. Hear me!

Towards Another Summer