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.