If tree birds

If tree birds sang
   The tunes from bleeding hearts,
Wishes would go up in flames,
   Passions would burn a fire
To the likes of a raging sun.

If tree birds spoke
   The tales of dying hopes,
Wonders would burn to ashes,
   Dreams rose from the dead
To the likes of haunting curses.

If tree birds heard
   The truth within the stories,
Will would singe its ways,
   Mind would fester
To the likes of withering corpses.

If tree birds read
   The fate hidden in the leaves,
Whispers would kiln our soul,
   Spirits would sear through the path
To the likes of Hope's tread marks.

                         MissAhdynn