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
late one evening
overhead pasted a flock of birds
they seemed to block out the sky
as it changed
this dawned on me
reflections of time
light to dark
then light returning
a never ending story
flying through the sky
reaching out across the heavens
hear their call
the call of the sea
an essential being
to what ends
are they inland for
scavengers of the skies
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
above the clouds
flying in the sun
good vibes good times
looking down
the changing scenery
the trolley passes by
a drink in hand
relaxing in the chair
without a care
let the pilot take me there
