The nest is empty now
the birds are flown
the joy of flight
their wings uplifting
life's unending journey
spurs them on to shoals
and dangers, happiness
and fears, through stormy seas
to light so blinding
that the senses swoon
What path awaits
in untried tumbling flight
where will their hearts
find haven after toil
we can but wish them well
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The nest is empty now
while silence deafening
booming our senses stuns
the home is silent now
small chirping children's voices missing . . .
