The birds chirp above my head,
Singing songs for all to hear,
Flying across the orange sky,
A 'V' formation way up high,
Flying beautys slice the air,
Ever so slowly and ever so lightly,
The gliding figures swoop in the air,
Then before they know it they are gone,
The wondrous show at the crack of dawn,
The birds have little reason to know,
That in fact they are the show
