As vestiges of a sweet dream at morning dawn
Comes the longing of family and the feeling to belong.
The day begins with darkness, pain and even reeks of death
Dispelled by the radiance from He who gave us breath.
Like a tender hatchling, nourished by loving care,
We turn our backs to the nest and flee into the air.
The spiral ends in a heap, alone upon the ground.
All is lost, the day is done, despair begins to sound.
A loving hand, finds and lifts back to the welcome nest
For it is only after falling we learn to pass the test.
The sun now high with wings spread wide, to soar into the sky.
The falling light of waning day paints a magnificent goodbye.
The day has passed, the night has set, returned now to the tree.
Gathered home to those we love, for all eternity.
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