The wind it blew with spite
As the bird tried to end it's flight

The landing was against all odds
As branches were whipped and flogged

I watched as the bird was swept up high
I could hear it's pitiful cries

Nature can be cruel too, I knew
I saw his struggle but straight down he flew

Flapping his wings in a flurry
Feathers flying, he was in a hurry

Watching the winds gusts calmed
My little friend landed with no harm

Sheltering under the great oaks strength
Safe, I sighed and moved off my bench