The Philosophy of Nests.

Colorful feathers, a painter’s delight

Building homes of love and might

A work of art, with skill and care

A house for family, a nest so rare

A safe haven, a shelter so strong

For young ones, who cannot stay long

Learning to fly, they spread their wings

Leaving behind, memories of happy springs

Elders stay back, weathering time

Memories of love, their only shrine

Just like humans, they teach and learn

Their love and wisdom, forever burn

A cycle of life, that we all share

A home for love, a nest so rare

With colors and care, we build our life

Till our kids spread their wings, and take their flight.

Connection between them and parents, decreases degree by degree.

Till we fade away into history.

Guchi.

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