Dewy eyed, dawn, twittering songsters
Eagerly awaiting the golden streaks
To lighten up the world
For the early worm to catch.
In a tiny nest, the she bird’s pride-
Geared for her first flight,
With mounting excitement.
Wings gathering balance
Circled in the air
With swan like grace.
Under the watchful eyes
Of the adoring pair.
The he bird singing hymns
Heralding the sun, flew mirthfully
Cheering the little one, inspiring her to fly
Higher and higher, to race with the wind.
Oblivious to the sorrowful joy colonizing
The mother-mind tenderly visualizing
The young one in a nest of her own
Chosen by her beloved for a new life.