Sure as the season changes and winter sets
Like basic instinct kicks the birds to migrate,
My instinct calls me to the mountains
To the cozy nest that my parents built
Linger I never, to heed that call
Sure as the winter calls,
I'll surely be heading home
For within that little nest lays
All the love in the world for me
All the hopes and dreams -dead and alive
All the memories that weighted and lifted me
For I'm made whole by those yins and yangs
And sure as the season changes,
I'll always have a place in that nest!
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