A flock of sparrows

I saw a flock of sparrows

as they passed over my garden

they formed a shape an arrow

as if to point the way

bringing about a commotion

they traveled above

stirring up chaos

reminding the over birds

that we who journey in the skies

have but one purpose

for each and everyone of us

to follow them as they fly by

flying ducks

flying ducks

over the sea

like arrows

parting the skies

they know where they are going

we should follow them

to distant lands

there we shall have another life together

a dream to unfold

a beacon of hope

where we all rejoice

at last we have found our home