The clouds aline,
With the sun shining bright,
The mother birds chirping,
Flowers blooming,
A feeling of relief.
Taking care of the young ones as they chirp,
Scraping their knees and crying,
Hugs all around,
With love and compassion.
As time moves on,
The baby birds leave the nest,
With one last good bye and a hug for love,
The last bird sores through the sky,
Flying high as life moves on.
The mother birds sheds their tears as they fly,
The mothers said,
“Thank you for everything,
We love you,
You will be missed,
But this is not a good bye but a see you later”
As the mother birds flew from the nest.