To where do these birds fly
Its evening and the cold breeze is blowing, the shapeless clouds are floating on the air. Far on horizon the setting sun is glowing, the calm and the peace is spreading everywhere. The silence is broken by the chirping in the sky, I wonder, I wonder to where do these birds fly. Sometimes in pairs but always together, flapping all the way, their tireless wings. Directions determined by the changing weather, and the sweet song that mother nature sings. Which new destination will next they try? I wonder, I wonder to where do these birds fly. Are they heading towards their nests? Where their young ones so anxiously wait. Waving gracefully like departing guests, aren't they ever afraid of getting late? Their freedom I see, I sense and I sigh. I wonder, I wonder to where do these birds fly.