A forest of life

The rain came down in sheets,
My feathers now damp and cold,
And as the graceful, grey sky weeps,
On this branch I grow quite old.

The water gushing from the stream,
The trees' shadows grow thin and long,
And as the brilliant, bright sun gleams,
The forest is filled with bird song.

The moon as yellow as a daffodil,
The birds don’t make a peep,
And as the world falls silent and still,
The forest falls asleep.