It´s time now my little
one, to fly the nest,
To reach those high
skies & to do your best,
The snows are now
due & you must survive,
Fly far south now
my little one & stay alive.
Your wings are small
& are still very weak,
You still do not know
how to use your beak,
Your feathers, my
little one, yet far too soft,
But it is now the
right time, to fly high aloft.
You will have to cross
the vast oceans & seas,
You´ll learn differences
between gale & breeze,
Always keep yourself
on the thermal´s right side,
And never forget,
that life´s one bumpy old ride.
Keep away from all
men, with net, trap & gun,
Always keep your sweet
face towards the sun,
From the egg you came,
but now you must fly,
Freedom´s your name
child, now do not cry.
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