Wren
Your heart is kneaded with the stress of migrating from your home, where you took shelter in rainy weather, when the time came. As each day you spread your wings against the wind takes a little life away from you, the distance gets longer and longer in your eyes. Your courage grew as the world bent and time whittled you down in your agility. You always expressed in your songs that you would pass away, but all your efforts remained in the bush-made nest you left behind.
