There, high up on the top most branch of that tall slender tree
Is a rough-hewn nest swaying with the breeze
How did the eagle knows its just the right place
For its spartan home, that holds a tiny brood
To which a gentle breeze, sings lullabies
The oft changing winds blow through this home
And yet, this nest snuggles safe in its bower
That tree swaying elegantly in the breeze
An eagle soaring high above, lifted by the wind
That blows through its home, far below
Have learnt to live with the essential nature of polarity
Not fighting what is
But working with it
Were they not to live together
We would have …
A stiff tree, bent with fatigue
Eagles, that didn’t soar
A brood, killed before their time
A safe nest that overburdened the branch and fell
As a sad listless wind, sighed!
The truth is, even the best nests fall
But then life restores balance
And the eagle builds another tenacious nest
So why should we turn our backs
Cowering against the strong winds of change!
To live in harmony, as nature and life demands, is essential to living fully together...all of us with everything. Anita, simply beautiful.
I too agree with the thought of this piece, nothing is timeless in this world, welcome the change in all forms…, The poem has beautiful imagery, the metaphor of an eagle and nest fits with life and its stages…, The message I could read in these lines……and also in the last stanza Not fighting what is But working with it Abha
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
despite strong winds, a message to sail through with out giving up heart... good narration...congrats, anita...