The crow sat still as stone, bathed in silver light Taking in the stillness and the quiet of the night She used to know a time, when solitude held sway But her world had moved on to a different song, life got in the way Every now and then, when it had almost got too much Something deep inside would call to her, wake her with its touch She’d leave the nest by pale moonlight and see the world anew Wrapped in grey and silence, the peace within her grew Away from the din of the daytime, from the chatter, the squabbles, the rush Her mind sank down into her heart, that soothing void of hush Recharged, restored, renewed, she returned to her young in the nest Love bringing her back to centre, now she'd found the time to rest
This is a verse for the mothers. How often do you take the time to rest?
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