Each woven nest holds energy and life,
Young fledglings ready to take their flight,
Into the wild they eagerly fly,
A new age is born as they soar through the sky.
There's, a whole new world out there
Searching for food, here and there
Hedgerows make great hiding places,
From birds of prey that seek young faces.
Nature is their way of life,
They stay alert with all their might,
That's the way it's always been,
Wild birds will remain, a part of our scene.
Jayne Louise Davies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can see these chicks flying from their nests. Great poem.