A Bird's Nest.

A bird collects
Leaves and Twigs,
Not so swift,
Yet Enough to
Build a nest,
To lay An Egg.

From Dawn to Dusk,
Under the Rain,
Or over the plain lands.
Hardly,
Strugglingly,
Looking For a leaf.
Looking for a twig.

Never Give up,
Just rise up,
The Sky is unlimited.
And
The Nest is still Built.

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Inspired by [y]

Note: Written for anyone, who is hopeless, there's always hope in this life, and never too late nor The End, keep faith within, and the road to success will be paved, I promise, inshallah. I used to be the hopeless one, but I don't want to be that any more.
This was an urgent post nothing more.

Note: This is the poem #138.

Good Night Dear Readers.