MOTHER NATURE KNOWS BEST

He stood with head bowed,
cupped hands sheltering a
forlorn baby blackbird.
The agony was creating gray
shades in his aura.  He was
reaching with love to a
life form struggling
without a mother's care.
“I found him alone under
the tree, Will you help me
return him to his nest?”
Feeling his pain, I replied:
“He will not be accepted
back again to the nest.
Let us find a safe spot
for him to rest. We shall
do what we can to help, but
remember: in the end,
Mother Nature knows best.”
The next day we interred him
in a cardboard box.
Sixty years later, we sat
side by side, grief burning in
our eyes and squeezing our hearts.
His mother, my wife, lay before us.
 After years of suffering,  
she had finally found peace.  
His hand covered mine as he
squeezed softly and said:
“She is finally at rest,  
Mother Nature knows best”.