"Turn"

It was an early day in Autumn. A young bird sits in its nest warmed by the finely constructed walls of its interior. There was a sense in the air that  the weather was just about to take a turn for the worst. Though the storm wasn't there yet, the anticipation was. The trees were uneasily still. The bright yellow leaves of aspens freshly changed from the summer green lay still and motionless. Everything for the moment is fine except for the fact that the young bird sits alone. The fear of the storm is drowned by the fear of being trapped in a perch of imprisonment. A stir of leaves raise some noise just beyond the the curve in the path that lie underneath the tree. The emotions in the young bird reached a new height and just then something changed. As it turned its head from side to side a new perspective was stirred. There has been some sort of change over time. There is an unexpected strength within its wings and it knew what it had to do. The little bird stepped to the edge of the nest, lifted both wings, and took the biggest breath of its life for it realized that security laid beyond this next risk. Then the bird leaped, because it knew…it was it's turn to fly.