Disruption

I was day-dreaming,
fitting into an unreal frame
concrete things I saw for real.
Down I walked till the crossing,
Where fallen leaves covered the ground,
Out stood a new sprout
Which drew me near
With its proud green and brave tip.
A gush of wind and an avian flap,
A beak nipped it in a flash.
And away it flew with a cry of joy,
While tears of pain oozed out of the stem.
Still green but not a plant anymore,
Too young but not growing anymore.
A questionable disruption nature allowed,
Put me to shame I couldn't save it.