The Traitor Poem by Kamarderine Hawthorn

Tiny little ginger bird
Child of silver stars
Collecting all the amber tears
Of old whispering pines

Carefully listening
To their hopeful cries
Watching wooden fear
Of not further demise

Swiping diamond tears into
The shallowest river
Telling winter trees that
Their cries will be seèn

But that bird's a traitor
Fooling the fool
Swallowing forest to
Make itself full

Soon, pines will wake up
And everything's gone
Their friends and their family
Their lovely home