They are fearless; they are restless
|Flocks of birds flying across the sea
Like the massive black floating clouds
Above the cities, mountains, land, trees
Toward the golden warm summer country
The neck stretched the legs behind,
They have just one aim in mind.
The sea below so turbulent
Color playing shows
Upon the pageant of the sky
They fly through the storms, rains, hails,
Against the winds spreading sails
They traveled thousand miles in a day
No matter dangers coming their way
Through the darkness guided by a star
Bending their heads; faith upon the air
O dear birds, I wonder your patience
How can you be so restless; fearless!
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