Next generation once weaned wings away
from the breast's cloistered past.
In standing ***** most offspring cling not
to parental mastery.
Growth's call will never be hindered by
closed doors of detention.
Soaking in sap furthest from home keen
shoots yearn for adventure.
Trying to eat what others digested sours
young buds wanting new taste.
Belonging to no-one begets confidence
when choices need making.
Every plant casts its seeds to the wind so
each finds space to survive.
Only by leaving the nest can a fledgling
learn self-respect and thrive.
Letting go gently is welcome when sweet
dependence seems outgrown.
Whether fur, flesh or feather that flight's
success ever remembers home.