Dove vs The Raven

The cool breeze hiding in the summer light,

The branches waving in the morning,

The leaves kindling all that was lost,

But much more than the forgotten night,

The raven sat there waiting,

Watching the poor creatures below,

Not knowing that it itself was poor indeed,

But it never once let it show,

The dove flew by it's nest, 

Searching for food for the young,

It found wave after wave,

Then let out the song to be sung,

The night would creep in,

But only one was found,

The white light faded into the night,

And the raven was once again homely bound.