Broken
Broken pieces laying on ground,
Her bones are broken, no sound.
Lightning hits, the tree splits;
It lays on the ground. Two bulky
Men with big, black bands, hold it.
Together, they strap them around.
Little bird falls from sharp tree.
Poor, small birdy's on cold dirt.
With broken wings, it is not free.
It does not make a sound. The girl
Who fell down far, finds her peace.
Gather warm, calming weather gets
Tree. Will be grandiose once again.
No more does a day rage. No longer
Is a pure, white bird in guilded cage.
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