Flight.
Next generation once weaned wings away
from the breast\'s cloistered past.
In standing erect most offspring cling not
to parental mastery.
Growth\'s call will never be hindered by
closed doors of detention.
Soaking in sap furthest from home keen
shoots yearn for more adventure.
Trying to eat what others digested sours
young buds demanding taste.
Belonging to no-one new courage begets
sense when choices need making.
Every plant casts its seed to the wind so
each finds space to survive.
Only by leaving the nest can a fledgling
learn self respect thereby thrive.
Letting go gently is welcome when sweet
dependence seems outgrown.
Whether fur, flesh or feather successful
flight will ever remember home.