Birds fly eastward early to have pearly golden grain
With bright maze, they eat and enjoy, hope and sing,
Birds fly westward lately, for loved one, for golden ring,
A divine providence, although, all keepeth own brain,
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I have never watched birds so minutely to see whether they fly Eastward or Westward, at dawn or day, but is this really true that they do so as you described? A good poem with a good title, and good food for thought!