The Boy in the Birds Nest
A rhyming children’s short story
There once was a boy who lived in the sky. High above the below. How he came to be in the nest The world may never know. He couldn’t remember a single day That he walked along the ground. To him the nest was his only home, No better place to be found. It was there he played, jumped, and sang. He was happy as he could be could be His feathered caretaker always nearby Caring for his every need One day the bird didn’t come back His stomach rumbled in pain. His called out to his winged mother But his cries were all in vain. Although he loved his treetop home He knew that he had to leave For there were no human foods or comforts to be found among the trees. He built up his courage and prepared his mind for the journey to the forest floor He looked lovingly one last time at his nest But knew that he must find more. He shimmied about from limb to limb going further down each time. And when he was too tired to go any further, the forest floor he did find. Once on the ground he was in disbelief. He couldn’t believe his eyes. There was so much room to run and play! What an amazing surprise! The nest was far too small for him to ever run around. But now it’s his favorite thing in the world, in his new life on the ground. He built a house and hunted food And made more friends than he could count. He found him self a wife and had kids, And made sure they never went without. One day the bird he once knew and loved found him to say hello. The boy was happy to see the bird that he depended on so long ago. Why did you leave me in that tree? I missed you, didn’t you know? I’ve had to find all my food myself, and find shelter from the cold. And then the bird said: I always saw your potential, So I couldn’t keep you on my shelf. All you needed was a little push To become your best self. You’ve grown into a man now, One of the best I’ve ever seen. Everything you’ve done on the ground I’ve watched from high in the green. I had to leave so that you would leave, it was the only way you’d go. We have to leave our comfortable nests to really truly grow.
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