Does some collective consciousness call time
To start the beating wings which drown the air
Compelled by instincts pressed within your souls
Such frantic chaos organized in shape

The vast formation fills the waiting sky
Your triumphant avionic chorus
Tells all the world the birds have purpose now
We stop, we watch, we contemplate this day

A subtle silence follows the departure
The sky begins to open up our gaze
You have a freedom we will never know
Recovering our senses we head home