The time has come to leave the nest
Oh little feathered ones
This is the moment not expected
Not desired
Not awaited
Until now, it was a constant blooming of knowledge being acquired
A never-ending experiment of new adventures, new discoveries
They gained height, yet always returned to shelter in the nest
Where surrounded by affection they never imagined this comfort would be brief
It would be inevitable
So, the hour of departure became necessary
But the nest still remains warm with the heat of their bodies
As if they had, once more,
Just left for a low flight…
— Selma Denmark