the earth is a mother
tending to the bird's nest
rest upon a shaky branch
if the bird flies
the mother watches as the spirit glides out of reach
and no longer under her control.
only if the bird flew
instead of desperately wanting to fend for itself
and not feel weaker in such a way
that means pushing mother nature
out of the nest
that once comforted the feeling of homeliness.
- a selfish society
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