Branch

We built a nest
From twigs I gathered
Built with mud and wattle
Shaded by your canopy
Protected by your strong limbs
That touched the sky.
Now your branches reach
Into the ground.
Your roots grow deep,
Too deep to move.
My wings ache
To catch the updrafts,
To feel the air lift my body
And the sun soak through me,
To see vistas stretch out
Once more.

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