Carried in a birds beak, a little figure too weak.
Sleeps in the mother’s lap, waiting to see the world with it’s mishap.
World is a maze with danger contained, the child needs a good luck to sustain.
Years by years he grows old, soon enough he doesn’t need anyone to hold.
with every passing second, he grows bold,wiser and glitters with gold.
He travels across the globe to see what it is like
and soon, when he’s grown enough, he gets himself a wife.
Together they create a family, a small little home.
And bring to the world a small baby, with lots of hope.
And this is to state the circle of life, where one has to grow
and give another a chance, while he dies and his soul freely does a dance.