From stable limbs a chick takes flight,
Though at first it is with fright.
And to that limb they each return
While they spread their wings to learn.
But if that limb beneath them breaks
To those young birds the whole earth shakes.
They stay below, alone and scared
For fox and snake they’re ill prepared.
Without the help of mom and tree
They find themselves no longer free.
Bound by weight without a place
To fall and find themselves in space
They cannot fall they cannot win
Evil things may take them in.
But if that limb indeed stays strong
You will find it won’t take long
For those young birds to find their wings
And fly away to bigger things.
So how to keep that limb up high
And how to help them if it dies
Is part of what their guide must try
To see them way up in the sky.