Uprooted Poem by Anonymous Still

UPROOTED
Bird wanting to fly high
Is now fearing to fall down
Once the fearless lion
Is now afraid of losing its crown
The winds of time are running very fast
and becoming difficult to set the sail
Once the trained sailor now has become very pale
All the big trees earlier worshipped for being very vast
Are now questioned for theif canopy and shadow that they cast
The tides getting violentand waves reaching high
The mother of all rivers, the ocean has begun to cry
The storm has begun and clouds getting dark
Uprooting the life and leaving behind its mark
But the sun will shine and eventually storm will bend
'Cuz nature always witness that new life starts after every end! !