An egg with blue spots in a nest, waiting to emerge into a beautiful blue bird.

He pecks the surroundings of his shell.
His beak breaks through and hears the sound of a bell.
The bells of a chruch just a block down.
hye looks around at this new world before him, sees his mother precherd in the nest.

He is nurtured till he is strong enough to fly on his own and see the world as it is shown.

This poem was written/submitted by Jenna Woodman.