Fledgling from Nocturnes 1 by Jessica Ann Beveridge

Like a helpless baby bird, unaware its mother’s been caught
Waiting for her, left to observe
Strange creatures on their routine prowl
He just can't figure them out

Look down from above; the world could be an ant colony
Busy little bodies, buried in their own stories
A fragile and elaborate way to hide them from the light

It’s lonely in the shadows, I know
The colours on the outskirts, false hope
But slowly growing deep down
Your own bright beautiful hue

Like a small child, lost in the woods
The only sound echoes, his own words
Left to wander, carve his own route
Through fearsome thicket, thorns dense as proof
No matter how hard he screams there’s no easy way through

Look down from above, the world could be an ant colony
Busy little bodies, buried in their own stories
A fragile and elaborate way to hide them from the light

It’s lonely in the shadows, I know
The colours on the outskirts, false hope
It’s worth it to be real now
Slowly growing deep down
Your own bright beautiful hue

Therefore do not lose heart, outwardly we are wasting away
Inwardly we are renewed day by day
These light and momentary trials are working towards a greater glory that outweighs them all
We fix our eyes not on what is seen, but what is unseen
For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is everlasting

Courageous he rises like a phoenix from the ashes
And reaches the world, looks so small and terrifying
It's wonderful to belong

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