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...