Flocked stitching looks just like the birds,
swooping and swerving, finding their way
to a better life south. They leave here
to a brand new world where flowers bloom
to a pure, dazzling white
and animals sing with the wind.
There, they will live in vivid colour
and cry with fervent joy.
They will rejoice in the pure green
and unite in song. When the time comes,
they will leave their southern home
and join us once more in the north,
where swallows skim the weary grass
and the spirits hum their ancient melodies.
Somewhere along the line, they will almost forget
about that paradise they found
so long ago, the paradise
that allowed them to outshine
an eternal winter. But, like all life,
they'll find themselves in a haze,
with blurred edges and foggy minds,
wandering over borders
with a thirst
to find the heat again.