A baby bird is dependent,

Grasping for its mother’s tender care 

Fed and taken care of, taught to be it's own.

The mother teaches the baby bird to fly.

To fly, and use its wings to soar through the sky.

Moving on, on its own; independently 

With the mother left alone.

The nest is bare, the nest is silent

No more full of cries, it is vacant.

But the bird is new, the bird is wise,

The bird is excited about new adventures that will arise.

Mother is left with an empty nest

Not even a little excited about all the rest.

All she knows is taking care of her young

She knew this day would come, heartbroken

That now her child’s life has just begun.

The bird is independent.