balance

I found my way down to the forest

Discovered the path between the trees

Sat down on a decaying, abandoned bench

Embraced the dewey grass and crisp, chilled breeze

In my solitude, I felt content

My anxiety escaped as I deflated my chest

Beside me I noticed a small gray bird

She was working hard at constructing her nest

She was small and petite 

And her color caught my eyes

She kept trying to put the pieces together

But she seemed to fail after many tries

I saw myself in her like a mirror

Her color was neither dark nor bright

But a balance between both ends 

Like both day and night

Through her struggle I saw the beauty

Her intentions were pure

She wanted to create a home for her young

And for this, she knew she was sure.

Her life purpose was to give back to children

She has never questioned this before,

But this was one thing I couldn’t relate to her

And for this, I knew I was sure.