Hiding in the tree
is a nest
made from branches
a place of birth and rest
Eggs filled with deep color
appealing to the eye
a miracle will happen
little birds will cry
A small crack
an egg is broken
new life emerging
a prayer is spoken
The newborns appear
chirping for food
parents carefully nurturing
in time the newborns grew
The trees are full
newborns left the nest
singing songs of joy
in a life that is blessed
copyright 2021 Debbie Piercce
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Simply delightful! No matter what happens, life goes on.
Here’s mine!
Thank you. Yes life does go on. I read your short story and loved it. Have a wonderful day!
Thanks so much!
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Hi, you should link to here so that it creates a pingback on the Word of the Day site and then your post gets shared 🙂
I enjoyed your poem 🙂
Thank you. I will link it. Thank you for reading my poem. Have a wonderful day!
You’re welcome and have a lovely day too 🙂
Sweet! And once those baby birds hatch, the parent birds are run ragged keeping up to those little appetites.
Thank you. Yes the baby birds do keep them busy. Have a wonderful day.
Thank you and same to you. We’re heading into night now, but there’s Monday morning coming soon. 🙂
Very well written
Thank you.