A Woebegone Bird Watches The Forest Burned!

Where's that silent tall tree Who gave us shelter free? My offspring kept in the roost And I flew early in the morning To a faraway farmland! I collected a mouthful of golden seeds for my loved ones And on my return in the twilight the forest almost burned! Where's my children's father and all of them burned together? Fire has extinguished but I found only the ashes. In the thick smoke among the debris I sniff their fragrance but the cruel odour of wildfire Filled my prostrated lungs. Where do I fly in the hopeless sky and to whom I bring the food hereafter? *Is there any Establishment not a court in this troubled World a bird could plea and do they really understand the lament?