The birch could not sway <br />Her leaves crinkled and crumpled <br />Ruined and destroyed <br />Her branches broken and burnt <br />The wind blew… <br />She did not sway <br />Indeed… <br />She could sway no more <br />She was cupped in a saturnine silhouette <br /> <br />The birch was ripped <br />The birch was gnawed <br />The birch was flogged <br />Her bark was refrecent <br />She was no more <br /> <br />The once splendid birch <br />Was nothing but a weeping birch <br />Birds perched no more on the weeping birch <br />Their nests were ruined and destroyed <br />They were rendered nestles <br />They were left to shiver in the cold <br />The birch had lost all its allure <br /> <br />We mourned with the weeping birch <br />We lamented with her <br />We gave offerings to the giver of life <br /> <br />But … <br />No lightening was sent <br />To strike the beasts <br />No angels of destruction were sent <br />To strike the beasts <br />All you sent was a hailstorm <br />As hailstones rained to cup her innocent soul <br />Stop it! Stop it please <br />The birch screamed <br />All was silent <br /> <br />The birds of night only but flew <br />The no longer rested on its branches <br />The leap of leopards only but passed <br />They no longer sat on its shed <br />The covey of partridges only but flew <br />They no longer played merrily <br />Instead <br />They wept sadly for the weeping birch <br />As they flew away their eyes dropping tears <br />To console the weeping birch<br /><br />Jack Shaka<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-weeping-birch/
