The bird of the willow tree sits tight apon it’s nest
eagerly waiting for it’s time to rest,although it’s heart races as though it would fly out of its chest
It’s sings a song filled with agony and sorrow
As it hopes to see a bright future waiting in the unknown tomorrow
Sleeping so peacefully only to be raided by beasts not strong but sly waiting apon their feast
Not a single tree, or nest was left to their owners
All that was left were dead bodies and mourners
Baby birds crying to gain help from those who are around, but little did they know it was like they did not even utter a sound
Joy ,happiness and smiles died that day, yet the willow birds found hope through a tiny bright ray
As they were sitting on the last standing willow tree they thought and dreamt of how it is to be free