Birds don’t fly to get away
The land and the ocean hold their prey
They seek out trees when it’s time to pray
They seek warm leaves when the skies are grey
Birds don’t fly because they’re free
Beneath the clouds is where they’re made to be
In a flock of geese or a murder of crows
In endless space they huddle close
They migrate in a widespread V
Through cold and ice, they fight fatigue
And finally when it’s time to rest
They nestle their heads within their breasts
The sky is their curse just as ours is the earth
We gaze onward as they gaze below
Knowing here we’ll spend the rest of our lives
Knowing there is where they were made to survive.
Beyond this Smile 