Sighing, on what you’d, observed about life…translated…
I walked along the lake, saw a bird nesting, she had the stems of the weeds in her beak, busied herself in shortening the stems, to make them into the shapes she wanted, she’d worked hard, weaving with her bird beak, slowly, forming her own nest. She will be, nesting, and raising her family on this patch of weeds on the surface of the lake, to set up a home, to raise her offspring. This looked like drifting along, but, she’d seemed, more than settled.
like this??? Photo from online…
As I watched, I’d felt moved, of how focused she is, and yet, I’d felt heartache for her and her family, such a weakly built place. Like there’s, this storm in the distance, that’s, bound to, destroy what took her so long to finally set up.
Suddenly, I’d wondered, if there’s, also, a gaze like mine from high, like how I am, observing the fowl, watching humans as they lived. Pitifully, watching us, humans who are, busying about in our days. And, this gaze was also saying, sighing, such, an ill-built up home, and all of these, shall eventually, get destroyed by time.
or this??? Photo also found online…
But, this is your home, just like the nesting bird’s building her nest, and, even though life gets hard sometimes, we know we have what it takes, to weather through the storms of our lives, just like the animals in the animal kingdom are bound to too!
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