As feathered wings shelter from chicks below
Kept warm and comforted so they can grow
To learn from their mothers, to take their place
Through natures cycle, as onward they race.
Her deeds will dictate who will live or die
As mankind looks on, he will question why
He can’t change accidents or fate it seems
But one simple deed can conjure up dreams.
Words of encouragement to live and fight
Welcoming dawn, as you wake from the night
A supporting hand, as you stand alone
Your path found again, once ill winds have blown.
Small deeds give shelter as great deeds arise
To conjure up dreams, take wing to the skies
* Thinking of all the great deeds that have found my way.
Thank you for a remarkable title dear Conrad!