Nature Poem

A cockatoo, hanging on the gloomy dormant tree of the clear azure sky
Screeching, it pierced the ears of the wild flock of birds like a king’s defiance
It attempted the wild land of the forest scavenging for a victorious fortune ‘sigh’
The yellow horns mounting its head is a towering building undulating

Soaring through the vast layer of trees, its head committed the branch of the downcast tree
Then, it fell on the soil of the primitive forest like a ton of bricks plummeting down
His belly was a patched-up white pumpkin with some carved flops of fat to thee
O Forest, heal me to my full potential to carry on with my unbearable quest

The Forest, warmly healed it as cockatoo fluttered away and away
Its wound had blood still dripping out like a dip of tomato sauce flowing down a cheek
But it carried on, to a jungle with green vines hanging down in a serene landscape of the day
It landed on an odd-looking tree, a fancy one, a worn out one, a beautiful one

The tree’s branches reached its hands as it grabbed the cockatoo’s body
Like two cars colliding, squishing a piece of feather, feeling the ugly pain
Its blood dripped on the tree’s eyes as it launched the cockatoo in a shotty
Flying, gliding towards the midst of the sky and it never came near a land