Do birds return to their old nest?

And stand upon the twiggy crest,

To gaze at what once seemed so high

When their little wings could not fly.

How small their nest world once was,

Stranded in a tree, far above,

The dizzying heights being up so tall

And certain death from clumsy fall.

But now with wings mature and fully spread,

They leave their feathery, twiggy bed

And soar to new heights, explore the sky

Upon the dizzying heights, now they fly!

And mastering this empire of air,

Where gravity is no longer a care,

They return to humble twiggy nest,

Remembering this was all just a test.

For those who learn and leap and dare,

Will leave their nest for the empire of air,

And no one can ever clip your wings,

once from the nest you bravely spring!

So if you return to small twiggy hovel,

Tired from all your global travels,

And wonder how it all started here,

It’s because you chose flight over fear