Juxtaposition
We think of birds as fragile, feathers and air, so to speak.
We think of trees as sturdy, leaves and wood, you could say.
Yet, winds and waters laid the tree down, upon the earth.
The great egret passes by and wonders how could it be
He lives to fly and the tree slumbers beside the lake.
doc ellen's journey 
I saw that egret fly over the dam and then land a little north on the lake, on the Army Corps side. That was about 9:15 a.m. Lovely bird. Judy
Like your description very much!