O wonderful! In sport we climbed the tree, <br />Eager and laughing, as in all our play, <br />To see the eggs where, in the nest, they lay, <br />But silent fell before the mystery. <br /> <br />For, one brief moment there, we understood <br />By sudden sympathy too fine for words <br />That we were sisters to the brooding birds <br />And part, with them, in God’s great motherhood.<br /><br />Ellis Parker Butler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bird-nesting/
