Small edits and a poem

Well, I've done some editing.
Small things, correcting spelling errors, making small changes to stories.
That kind of thing.
Here's a poem I had in my head today.

The little speck of red on grey
The little sparrow came today
To look for a place to stay
He saw many a palace
Many a mansion, but no place of his own
So he went on his way
Looking for a place to stay

He went over hill and dale
Through forests and swamps
Over mountains and valleys
Still no place to call his own
Until he found a tree of stone

The little sparrow was happy
To find this hidden barrow
Which hid a crystal tree so bright
He began his work, over days and nights
To build a nest worthy of the tree
He took twigs of gold and blades of silver grass
String of silk and pieces of the finest cloth

When he was done he looked at his work
It was worthy of the tree of crystal
He went to sit in his new nest
When he did the tree flashed
And he was turned to stone