There lived a Little Bird perched up in a beautiful tree
It had its chicks which flew far and near
One day the skies grew Grey and sun lost its way
The chicks shivered but were together
Then came lightening that struck and burnt
Then came rain that flooded all field
The bird was furious and was set to curse all
His nest was gone and so were its brood
left was burnt feathers and tears
As he murmured his first words; God appeared,
The bird was shocked but then He complained
of the destruction and his loss
God felt miserable so sent for the three
Clouds, thunder and rain
As Cloud came in he narrated that it was not him but for Sun that
Fields were barren and burnt
Cloud had to help so it came
Then it was Thunder which said
God it was not me but clouds that brought me here
Rain came in and said
How were I to blame
I could not see people cry out in pain
So , God called for the Sun
Sun appeared and God Smiled
For it appeared that he was the culprit of all
The Little Bird was furious and just as he was about to curse
The Sun disappeared
It was dark and then very cold
For it was the unpredictable winters that set in snow.
God asked the Bird as to what it wanted
The bird looked all over but had no answer
He said that he could not do without any
God then said that he to was sad, but it was all but destiny
For it was none that wished the bird bad
The bird dropped a tear and flew off
Making another nest
A new season saw little chicks that fluttered
He saw sun, clouds thunder and rain
But then protected his chicks with his little wings
Thunder stuck again but then
Nothing was lost, it were the birds wings that were bruised
He cried in pain but then was happy
That his home was safe and chicks that chirped and played.
