Eyrie

I’ve seen birds make nests in trees
I’ve seen birds make nests in the ground
And on cliffs
And in the smallest nooks and crannies you can imagine

But no matter where they were raised,
When the time comes to go off on their own,
They still know how to fly

For they are not defined by the homes they found themselves in

Instead
By how far they choose to go
To build a nest
Of their own