A little black bird,
with white underbelly,
wags its little sweet tail,
before the storm and its hail,

A car on the freeway,
caught in the down-pour,
wipers are on full-max,
and in front's just a fog.

And the little bird gets hit,
as the car's front gets smashed
little wings get torn to bits
as a neck snaps from the crash.

Black as night's tide,
comes the flooding rain,
Lightning strikes an old tree,
burning it down to a crisp

Insects running to little hives,
can't escape with their lives.
Mother nature can be beautiful,
and at a change can be deadly.