the suns rays cut through the shadows of the day
fingers reaching everywhere they can
they try to find all the spots of night
but there's only one sun
and some are left behind

a group of birds swoops through the sky
heading south for the summer
the harsh winds of the winter have finally ended
and turned to spring for new life

looking closer at the flock of birds
you can pick out their personalities

at the end of the line you can see
the young'ns who have yet to proceed
but are still flapping those little wings

in the middle are the adults
content with their life
moving from place to place
but not in a rush unlike

the teens
who race ahead
nosediving and showing off to each other
seeing whose best
they're eager for an adventure
caution out the window
and take every opportunity they can reach

all this in a group of birds
burdened with the waste this world provides
but they still fly
they still try

and they stay together