If I could find a twig I'd build a nest
For my eggs to grow and lay
If I could find a leaf I'd patch it in
But cannot this spotless day

Perhaps the eagle stole my tree
My branch, my home, my spot
And the berries before my face
But maybe he did not

I hover up and glide on down
To see if I can find
A material, wood or bark
A stem of any kind

Soaring circles round and round
The other snuggling in
My wings are tired, up and down
With tears upon my chin

If I could find a twig I'd build a nest
As I know the truth
Without a nest, sturdy and strong
Nothing will feel new