Growth

A bird crashes down,
Along with its broken wings,
From its mother's nest,
Its now alone on the floor,
Beneath the tall trees...



It tries to fly,
To the nest so high,
But in vain are all her attempts,
She cries aloud,
For anyone's help,
But her mama's far away...


Now a lady gathering shrooms in the forest,
Finds this deserted bird,
Of motherly love and tenderness,
She carries it back to her home...

After a while the mother bird comes back home,
To find her child missing,
This is the third time this has happened,
So she decides not to have anymore kids ,
And with hope she tries to find her missing baby,
But she doesn't know where she's gone...


Meanwhile the baby is growing strong,
By the love and care of her new mother,
Her broken wings she has mended,
And she loves this mother even more...


Strange are the circumstances in which she grew,
What fate decides no one knows,
If you are lucky enough,
You will easily grow,
If not you will have to create your own...


Of 'OWN' I speak,
In luck many believe,
They think its supernatural,
But its absolutely natural,
To reap what you have sown,
It only depends on how you made it grow...