"The rain is pouring down, while the wind is raging like a savage.
Down the treelined avenue a lost soul walks, seemingly untouched by the fierce weather.
The ground is littered with orange-yellow leaves, a memory of what was a beautiful summer.
There is no sign of life, except for a lonely crow fighting against the wind."
A crow flies listless
Singing a song of sadness
With heavy wings it struggles
Against the vicious bogles
Its dark eyes are hollow
The pain it bravely swallow
Suddenly I am aware
A common pain we share
And now I comprehend
To the weak I must tend
To the very end...
The piercing rain stings
The bird's battered wings
As it tumbles to the ground
Into a muddy mound
