Trees are life for the earth and air for humans, a million of leafs fall in a year and a thousand of animals use them as a home. we take them as a home.
In nests we are born, We are part of a selected group which the destiny put us together in the same place, Eggs are breaking little by little. the first sounds appear when a part of the shell cracks. We take our own time to go out. Some are desesperate for to see the solar beams and find what the future hold for us. Others are fully scared for the loud rumblings of the wind that we prefer to stay here, under of our mother's wing. At the end we did our goal: Living.
Chicks in a specific spot, with less space and a lot of time to roam. We learnt that we have to to accept the presence of the other and we are not the only ones who are confused. When we grow up, we witness the appearance of larger feathers and wings. We want to play and imagine that we feel the wind on our body, there is not a dream as bigger as thinking on we are flying; Visiting new places, being independent, abandoning the nest, that is all we want, feeling free but there is always going to be a "worm of fear" which makes us to prefer being safe in the same tree.
We learnt to fly, It is like to taste the liberty, Our feathers are prepared for the sky, we already know the primordial to survive, we feel hawks being little sparrows but we keep insisting that they allow us to enter in the nature. What we don't know is that the world is more savage than we think.
It's time, our mother is old, she is a tired bird which she tought us all that she knows, it's our turn to go out. We feel astonished because the day that we was waiting for has come. It's moment to leave, our peaks are strong and our wings are beautiful. We don't fit here, this nest is so small for us, it's time to create it in another tree, Not all of us go out at the same time, not all of us feel prepared but we are already ready. Our siblings, birds who we have seen since we were chicks, we share food and love from our mother. they are who we know and appreciate but now, we have to say goodbye.
Some will go quicker than others, those that are already prepared, take strength from the bottom of themselves and jump to drop the wings and finally, feel the liberty. Those of us who are still waiting for our turn. We only have to cry and wish happy departure. For now it will be a goodbye, a permanent goodbye because we know that the last time that we see us will be when we lose in the light dawn, that bird which disappear on the horizon.
