The Bird And The Tree

There is a tale older than time,

Let me make this interesting by making it rhyme.

The day might pass by lest,

I need to say it in haste.

A bird and a tree,

Yes, as you may see.

Fell in love,

That wasn't tough.

From being together in the winter-ry afternoon,

To drench in the rain, that came very soon.

From feeling the tingling grass of spring,

To dance and sing.

And then on a fateful day, a bird-hunter came,

To swipe off all the birds in the forest, he swore on his name.

With a fistful of anger towards the Ave,
No one knew from where he came with all his rage.

Tree heard his angry speech,
And thanked God because, during then her bird was out of his reach.
The bird flew in during the dusk,
Spending apart the whole day was a tedious task.

He was busy otherwise that day,
Oblivious to the advent of a monster some may say.
Tree tried to reason with him saying he should go away,
But the bird refused and said he loved her enough, and wanted to stay.

Over-concerned for him, the tree decided to do the baleful thing,
Her love disappeared, she said, and asked him to leave without a ping.
Heartbroken bird could not say a word,
Painfully sighed and flew away with a silent chirred.

The tree cried that night
It was a painful sight.
Accompanied by the rain,
But then had to restrain.

He was born to fly,
And belonged to the sky.
She smiles now and then,
knowing that she did not keep him in her reign.

Knowing that he is experiencing everything she never can,
Everything they spent their days to plan.
Knowing that every-time he comes across a tree,
"He definitely remembers me!"

#StayBlessed!