The Bird and the Trees

The bird looks down

Into a forest of trees

Each one swaying with a gentle breeze

Standing tall and proud, like a king with a crown

But then a grey cloud appeared

Rumbling with a loud roar

Not stopping for evermore

Until…all the trees had disappeared

Filled with grief, the bird left

Flying away from what once had been a beautiful sight

Gone, nothing left, not even a light

Great dismay as it had been a great theft

Below in a small, good town

A girl stands with a crowd

Holding signs saying that they’re not proud

Not ever will they stand down