Arrival is the hour to abandon the nest
Oh! Small feathered ones
This is the moment not expected
Not desired
Not awaited
Until then, it was a constant blossoming of knowledge that they were acquiring
An incessant experimenting of new adventures, new discoveries
They gained heights, but always returned to take refuge in the nest
Where surrounded by affection they did not imagine that this coziness would be brief
Would be for little time
Would be inevitable
Then, the hour of departure made itself necessary
But the nest still remains warmed by the heat of their bodies
It is as if they had, once again
Only departed for a low flight..