The Little Bird
There once was a bird
trapped in the nest
never wanting to leave, only wanting rest.
The little bird’s mother, told him one day
“If you spread your wings and fly, everything will be okay.”
The bird wanted to believe her,
but had too much doubt.
“So many things could go wrong.”
Said the bird to his mother.
“ But nothing could go wrong in this little nest of ours,
So, I think I’ll just sit here,
And maybe count the stars”
The night came around and there the little bird was
Just as he said, counting the stars.
The mother asked her son
“What do you like about the stars so much? That makes you,
Just sit here and watch”
The little bird, smiled and started to explain
“The stars are safe, they have no fear, or worry or doubt,
Because they stay where they are
And they like it that way.
The stars would never dream of leaving and even if they could
They would never leave their spots in the sky,
Because they are safe where they are.”
The air was filled with silence as the mother and her son,
watched and counted the stars,
Then something happened, as they sat there and watched.
The little bird asked his mother,
“What was that?”
The mother looked and smiled,
and simply said,
“Well, that my son was a shooting star,
looking to find a new place in the sky,
A new place to be,
Because, even though the star was safe where it was
It needed to be free.
You see son, I know you’re scared and filled with doubt,
But I promise you,
If you leave the nest, without fear
And without any doubt,
It’ll all work out.”
Soon the stars went away and sun started to rise,
And to the bird’s mother surprise,
She saw her son spread his wings and fly.
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