the birds wept,
for their home was
crashing down before them.
nests ablaze.
the sickening cries of their young
filled the air.
surrounded,
engulfed.
memories of the old willow tree,
the green ferns. (oh how green they were)
fields of daisies and petunias.
an unexpected, yet beautiful pairing.
all of this,
these beautiful things,
swept away as if they never occurred.
never existed.
the sweet sounds of laughter replaced with
deafening cries for help.
the field mice who had once resided beneath a great oak
now ran for their lives.
how could this be?
a world once full of peace,
now a living hell?

life isn't always as it seems.
what we once thought was,
may turn into something
greater.
whats greater may not be good.
great can be evil, cruel.
lies lead downwards.
the greediness of man.
the owl is said to be wise,
is that always correct?

we cannot trust.
to trust means to love.
to respect.
when we trust,
this is what happens.
the willow tree burns,
field mice run,
and the birds,
the birds,
they weep.