Roots And Wings

"There are two things children should get from their parents: roots and wings."

-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

In the forest and frost drifting through many empty miles

Over thunder skies with a parched throat and filled eyes

O’ little ones to fill your hunger for food set on a search

We better earn a bit before can return home and perch

On barren soils,in naked streams under a scorching sun

Of berries,insects,flies,grains and seeds we found none

Fates ill like our frail nest trembles in the thinness of air

Hope wails in vapour when our hearts cry in all despair

Fight we shall to bring you up against a grave evil wrath

In a world great where no soul lends a thing wee it hath

Goodness of his soul stirred by the sounds of our song

A brave wriggling worm waived thy self to come along

Holding him gentle with our beaks in turns here we flew

He yearned of being a timbre or flesh in your cords new

For on one day like mighty birds you shall grow and sing

And a bliss true and pure on this plundered plains bring

We will build your life,we will gift you our wisdoms wild

A promise to protect you forever we keep now O’child

But our feathers may turn blue,our visions blind and old

Hills may raise high or rusty winds may run aloof in cold

Remember ergo the green anthems this mother taught

Learn from the wangles of weathers your father fought

Go out there to make your own living a wondrous feat

Our blessings unlike our breath will never an end meet

PS:No matter what species of nature they belong to,which land they come from or how much they can give of themselves to their children,the love in their hearts will be the same.They are called PARENTS,and this poem from me to them.

Cheers and good night,

-R.