Perspective. . .
It may take a gust of wind
to change my direction.

           Migrate.
           I am fleeting the old
           to navigate the new.

                      Change.
                      The wind takes my wings,
                       pushing them with pleasure.

                                Together.
                                As a flock, we flap our wings,
                                soaring in the sky.

                                        Movement. . .
                                        As the world moves,
                                        we move with it.