Bird Nesting Poetry

In the heart of dawn, poets awaken.
Like mother birds in nests forsaken.
Words like worms tenderly taken
to feed their young, love unshaken.

Quills dipped in dew, they glide and soar
over landscapes of dreams, forevermore.
Each verse a morsel as hearts implore,
Nurturing souls by stories they store.

Under the vast canopy of sky...
Poets sing lullabies, every nigh,
to fledgling thoughts, dreams amplify.
Wings of words lift high.

With beaks of ink they gently share
wisdom and warmth beyond compare.
In nest of verses, free from care,
young minds bloom for none despair.

Day by day, through storm and sun,
feeding their kin until begun
the journey to the horizon, none shun.
Echoes of love, forever spun.

In twilight's embrace they gather near.
Poets' whispers, soft and clear,
a symphony of hope young ones hear
cradled in words in dispelling fear.

From tender hatchlings to soaring flight
their brood grows strong taken to light.
Guided by verses, pure and bright,
in the poets' care all feels right.

With every dawn a new delight,
mother birds' verses take to flight.
Fulfilling hearts with endless might,
in their world lives love infinite.

The poets' hearts beat with refrain
nurturing joy and easing pain...
Feeding dreams with words' sweet grain.
In the nest no love in vain.

Their legacy in skies unfurled.
Mother birds of the wordless world.
With every verse young hearts swirled.
In endless love flight eternally twirled.