The nest was neatly nestled on a branch above the bay,
But suddenly the branch began to bend and then to sway.
The baby birds were barley bold enough to be alive;
So far a fall their fragile frames would surely not survive.

One of them went whirling down, wildly to the waiting ground,
Screaming songs of sadness, then silence was his sound.
Another kept to clawing, calling out for God, a blessing.
Holding on to hope so long he died from second guessing.

The last little bird lost her balance just the same,
Death was dealt to her, and was set to win the game.
She said no thing, she spread her wings and tried to fly away,
She couldn't fly, but didn't die, her flapping saved the day.

One day your branch will break away and you will have to choose,
You can stay and pray, try to fly, or lie and live to lose.
The choice you make may take its toll, to dice you roll may burn,
So for goodness' sake, stay awake, when time to take your turn.