The little bird should leave the nest
After hatching and leaving adolesence
Now able to soar through the air
It builds a nest in loftiness
The little bird bonds and mates
With a spiecies of its own existence
As it adds Gods love
Upon many demensions
It edifies its Genesis and renews
Its very own seed
By giving birth to the earth
As it splurts its breed
And if i had to choose a little bird
It would be the mighty dove
As it revelates its generation
For many years to come
The flight of the living dove