The Migration Poem by Valerie Dohren

I look upon the skies to see
A myriad flutt`ring wings
And hear above a symphony
A choir of feathered kings

Their music echoes through my mind
To fill my heart with joy
Such freedom do I seek to find
And earthly cares destroy

Lit by the moon`s soft glowing light
Their journey lingers on
Across the dark expanse of night
Towards the distant sun

I know not where their journey wends
What verdant land their prize
Perhaps `tis where the rainbow ends
Perchance `tis Paradise