Then the rain fell from the sky'
While the winds tore
Bringing their uproar

So the other birds fly by
Thinking they knew why
The rain goes Tat Tat Tat

As the seasons washed by
The waves rose upon the shore
In the horrible War
And there he sat
Searching for glee
For where would he flee
If not for the twisty tree
When the rain went Tat Tat Tat

But perched in that twisty branched tree
The wise bird did stay
And so When the wind does blow
He will sit in the old willow
Until the rain turns into snow

Thinking,
When will the others know
What peace does lie
Where the old willows do grow?

For who could say
What the wise bird may
When the rain went Tat Tat Tat

Andrew W.
5-16-19