I was born inside a sweet nest,
embraced by mother’s love;
opening my blurring eyes,
I saw snow flakes falling from sky.
I was a tiny ducky with thin soft hair,
curling under mother’s wings,
dreaming of a charming swan,
swimming gracefully on a lake.
I was lifted by mother’s strength,
taught by her wisdom;
growing mind and thickening feather,
I am ready for the world.
I am amazed by the green in spring,
excited by the water in front of door;
seeing the reflection of myself,
I have evolved to a elegant swan.
I am holding my chest up,
opening my wings against wind;
inhaling the fresh air,
I am thriving even facing curveballs.
8 thoughts on “My Sweet Nest”