When I was a bird nest
I never felt alone
When the eggs hatched at last
I was full of flesh and bone
When the fledglings squirmed about
I moved in synchronicity ,as if they were my own
When young ones learned to fly
I felt like a king dethroned
When the winter’s winds shook my tree
I fell down into the snow
When I rotted into the earth
I helped the tree to grow
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Not a bad thing to be 🙂 a bird’s nest!
I’d rather be a bird nest than a jail
Yes I would
If I only could 🙂
Thanks!