The Architecture of the Nest

They flutter through the canopy with care,

To gather moss and twigs from branch and ground;

Then lift their fragile treasures through the air,

Where patient hands and quiet skill are found.

These expert craftsmen shape a home from scratch,

And weave the scattered forest into form;

A cradle where the hidden brood may hatch,

Secured against the bitter wind and storm.

Yet safe within the sanctuary’s bound,

The growing wings prepare to take the sky;

Until at last, above the empty ground,

The fledglings leave the woven boughs and fly.

The cycle turns as seasons disappear:

A house rebuilt with patient love each year.