A crow

 A crow is sitting a tree, he is looking so free, he calls his friends, A piece of bread in his mouth. A crow is calling his friends in  his natural voice, He does not wish to any prize. 

He is breaking silence of nature, what it doesn't matter, he is calling caw, caw for some movement, I am seeing him so surprised. 

A crow is sitting a tree, he is looking so free, he is giving me his company, I am so happy, I am so happy. After some time, he flew away, now I am so sad and alone. 

My friend is no more I am alone, I am alone. A silence returns at this place. I am part of nature and nature is my part.