Two Little Birds

Their mother out of sight, had gone to fetch for them,
It was her purpose to navigate the unknown with trust,
To find for her young ones luscious food that which blossomed them,
Relentlessly, for her love and protection to them could never be contained

Covered by a glorious breeze that ran through them,
The two little birds easily welcomed the intimate air,
In that distilled sweet moment that braided their young dreams,
They waited for their mother with an anticipation born on faith

The two little birds were growing untamed and unpredictable love,
Love that made them feel warm and free from any hate,
Their innocence was awe-inspiring and ruinous at the same time,
But it was safely hidden from real and canny horrors of this world

It was a certain flattering innocence pepped with marvel,
That always brought them into a deep bliss that slipped their minds away,
And made them happy in their own solitary nature of their youngness,
Ravishing splashes of beautiful white, gray and dark colors in the night,
As they waited for the sounds of whistles and bustles of their mother’s coming