Loneliness

In Willow Creek, where shadows weep,

Sarah lived, her sorrow deep.

A solitary soul, by woods embraced,

Longing for love, in solitude faced.

Through misty woods, she chanced upon,

A wounded bird, its spirit wan.

With tender care, she nursed its plight,

Finding solace in its fragile flight.

Days of joy, in the forest glade,

With her feathered friend, she laughed and played.

But storm clouds brewed, the sky grew dark,

And fate's cruel hand left its mark.

A lightning bolt, a deafening roar,

Struck the oak by Sarah's door.

Her faithful friend, in its nest it lay,

Silenced forever, on that fateful day.

Now Sarah weeps, her heart laid bare,

In the quiet woods, her grief to share.

The echoes of loss, the forest knows,

As tears of sorrow, like rivers, flow.