This is a poem about the sad but beautiful experience of how generations change hands. Imagine a young mother bird nesting her young in an enchanted forest. Then imagine the change of seasons.
A Love That Is Eternal:
There are stories in the forest
That carry in the breeze
A mother bird is nesting
Her young ones in the trees
Her eyes shine with pride
She nurtures them with food
The little ones she cares for
Always in a joyful mood
Protected by tree branches
Crowned in summer green
The forests of these lands
The most beautiful ever seen
Nestled closely to her children
She covers them with her wings
Offering praises up to heaven
In the songs this mother sings
She teaches them how to fly
And teaches them how to fend
She knows life has its beginning
And that life must also end
She sings for all her children
The songs a mother knows
She realizes the seasons
Come and then they go
The forests begin to change
Green leaves turning into brown
The grasses are receding
Hibernating creatures underground
Her children all have grown
And soon will fly away
Their mother's tears show them
She wishes they could stay
My love for you is eternal
Just like the winds of time
You are a blessing of heaven
I'm so thankful you were mine
Always love each other
From this world I soon will leave
And all I have to give you
Are the memories of this tree
Winter feels like a frozen dream
And soon Winter fades away
Leaves returning to their branches
Spring is on the way
A little bird is now a Mother
Protecting her child's wings
She sings to them the love songs
Her mother used to sing
A mother's love is eternal
Something we know that's true
The next time you see your mother
Don't forget to say I love you
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