There, high up on the top most branch of that tall slender tree br br Is a rough-hewn nest swaying with the breeze br br How did the eagle knows its just the right place br br For its spartan home, that holds a tiny brood br br To which a gentle breeze, sings lullabies br br br The oft changing winds blow through this home br br And yet, this nest snuggles safe in its bower br br That tree swaying elegantly in the breeze br br An eagle soaring high above, lifted by the wind br br That blows through its home, far below br br br Have learnt to live with the essential nature of polarity br br Not fighting what is br br But working with it br br Were they not to live together br br We would have … br br br A stiff tree, bent with fatigue br br Eagles, that didn’t soar br br A brood, killed before their time br br A safe nest that overburdened the branch and fell br br As a sad listless wind, sighed! br br br The truth is, even the best nests fall br br But then life restores balance br br And the eagle builds another tenacious nest br br So why should we turn our backs br br Cowering against the strong winds of change!br br Anita Atinabr br