Empty nest

In the spring, two birds build a nest together high on a tree

They carry in their beaks one twig at a time

And beautifully weave together a nest, securing it between the branches

They lay one egg and patiently await it to hatch

A baby chick finally emerges and chirps

The birds are happy to see their baby

And they raise the chick with love

Protecting it from predators in the safety of their wings

They watch their baby grow and strengthen its wings

Until one summer day their baby bird, no longer a baby, flies away

And never returns

The birds look at each other and look at the nest

They fly away and the nest is empty.