Ever feel like a baby bird in a tree?
Eyes newly opened he can barely see.
With his mother away to fetch a worm,
Hes scared to move, wiggle or squirm.
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He can sense there is a big world out there,
But all he know is its quite a scare.
He stays huddled up in the nest,
Trusting his mother wants only the best.
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When he closes his eyes he begins his dreams,
Of souring over mountains and wide-open streams.
Of the clouds he will pass as he sours so high,
And the beauty of the earth from up in the sky.
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He travels the land resting on trees,
And conquers all, even the seas.
He dreams of a life in a loving state,
And longs for the beauty of his mate.
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He anticipates the day of chirpers of his own,
What they will look like and longs for a clone.
The freedom expressed from flying away,
Oh he dreams of that day.
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But right now his wings are so weak,
As he looks over the nest to take a peak.
Too scared to try and give them a test,
So hed better stay in the nest.
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He seems so weak and timid right now,
He wonders when he will fly and how.
He still needs mother to care for him,
And all those dreams seem so dim.
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This baby bird is still full of fear,
His dreams seem distance, but still so near.
This is how I feel without you here,
To encourage me and lend your ear.
Written 6-29-06
