The Branch
Up across the sky's clouds
An eagle decides to land
Descending slowly from its flight,
It lands on a branch that's so light
The branch was about to crack
When it felt the eagle's sorrow's attack
Thus, it collected all its power with might
As it helped carry the eagle and help when the time's right
Hours passed, yet, the branch's strong breeze didn't last
As it broke and fell with a breathe of exhaust
Now, white wings left its lover's hug
As they flapped towards the sky's lug
Tears fell from the eagle's eyes
Unto the branch they splashed with a surprise
Those tears were a gift from a friend
Thanking the other for what it has done
And so...The eagle flew with pride once more
For it has lost its sorrow that it bore due...
To the weak branch
That felt like the comforting ranch...
Copyright © Sara Zahed | Year Posted 2008
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