In this tree that is standing tall,
there is a nest that will not fall.
The weight was even on each side.
There were vines with it cradled inside.
It was made by the sparrow light
that wouldn't give in without a fight.
Every darkest night,
after every exhausting flight,
she would take a rest
in her nest
with her wings held in tight.
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