-Poetry- Hatch before pass...

-In this poetry, a baby bird experiences first breath, first life, out of her shell, brothers, and sisters, and so on. When hatching she must grow, before she leaves her home, just like a gate. When gates are locked, the only way through is with a key that unlocks that gate. Tis; like having parents be the guard of the gate, earn the key and you may leave. -By growing.- So, will this baby bird know how to use her strategy and balance through this, dark unknown universe? Before she can pass, she must become the best... Fear here, Fear where? Fear could be anywhere....