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.