We are same different.
They are all just birds but different
Places they go, different
Experiences they form
The other birds do not understand how the other builds their nest
Or the effort that was put into building that nest
That nest was never completed.
Somewhere up in north where snow pile up
Little footprints in the snow, it gets forgotten easily
But the bird must walk on because it might freeze unless it keeps moving
This makes the bird alive till this day
We look the same, we act the same
But how we survive is different because
Our true nest is in God alone.