nest

nothing can be like nest for a bird

 

For long distances, he has travelled

Flying from a place to another

But now, he got really tired

He feels pain in every feather

He feels so much homesick

He has really missed,…his nest

He missed, to live love. To sleep safely, to feel comfort

He missed, to touch, every ash, every stick

He missed, to feel it when it is wet

Due to the dew drops, at dawn time

Then he sings he morning song

To salute the sun

And to be there in his nest

Waiting the sun to set

So he can be alone with his nest

His nest hugs him

And he hugs it,

Together, they get stuck.

Together they melt.

He really loves the sun, but really loves it to set

So he can be alone, with his

 lovely nest

 

Author's Note

hope you like it

Reviews

[Sleeping Maiden]

Awww! I love this. Your metaphor of missing home is very well expressed here.
I know how this feels. I miss my home so much.. so feeling homesick i can relate to. Interesting to relate to birds too. =)
Nice work!