Laurel's Song Comments

I love a tree’s Rich canopy It’s leaves and branches Shelter me The rain comes down It makes me shiver And then the bowman Draws from his quiver A hardened arrow Of sanded ash To pierce my heart, I see it flash; It’s understood He knows his craft. He quick takes aim Let’s fly his arrow Which punches deep Into my marrow, Crushing feathers Now flight in vain My blood is Dripping With the rain I topple from my sacred limb The light turns grey I start to spin To the earth I fall, I thud, My scarlet feathers begrimed with mud