Watch them go to take their flight
500 birds migrate in white
Flapping their wings and then just soar
Hope that their bellies food is stored
Such a thought thru weather
That they would stick together
Unstimulated by anything other
Here I sit like a longing mother
Sailing thru the sky so blue
If I could then I would too!
Seems so still to stare out glass
No fresh air, but cooling fast
To feel the breeze or warm air current
That would be a nice deterrent
Not that I should feel so glum
If I were not here, I would be dumb
Since this is way of well-kept peace
The way is paved and worries cease
This is the work of diligent labor
Outside this place, will old age savor?
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