Poem: Fragility of Life

cradle of boughs 
hold the flimsy nest
guarding it from harm 
canopy of leaves 
shield it from the sun 
the wind and the rain 

the sun sets
and the moon rises
days pass slowly
the warmth of mother
the chill of the morning
children sleep soundly

and in due time 
the sound of the 
eggs cracking open 
and the chirps 
of new life echo 
the cycle renews again