Dark clouds fill the vast cerulean skyline,
The wind gathers impetus, flows strongly,
The ocean wobbles, rolling with ripples,
Trees sway and bend, yielding to the wild gusts,
My nest rests on the Poplar bough calmly,
My fledglings chirp, hop, play with each other,

Unaware of the storm gathering on the horizon.

The sky, veiled in darkness, roars in thunder,
The rain pours, and the earth crumbles beneath,
Wet the walls of my nest; water drops seep
Strong wind perturbs me, breaks the harmony,
My chicks starve, cry in pain, sleepless for days,
A powerful gale swirls the Poplar tree,
The rainwater flows, floods, broken boughs sail,
My tired birdlings rest in my warm embrace,

Unaware of the storm gathering on the horizon.

I wait for the clouds to clear the grey sky,
Let the sunshine and the airflow slowly
My wings are the canopy, a shelter,
To my chicklings dear, who tuck safely 'neath,
The protective shield of the nurturer,
A mother's devotion never dwindles,

Unaware of the storm gathering on the horizon.