When skies bend earthward With the weight of June,And all the feathered kingdom Trills in tune,
Then at the nest edge, Preening wings with care,The little songsters chirp And flutter there.
The whole world beckons Through a rainbow sheen;With dewy clouds above The fields of green.
While earth still glistens Tremulous with morn,Then in each fledgling's breast Desire is born.
Small hearts are beating, Wearied of the nest,The unknown sounds its call, The limitless.
Forth from the nest edge At the break of day,With wings outspread in flight— Away!
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