Birds in migrating flocks and families,
fluttering in black waves,
will fly over our houses,
the dried fields,
and the trees with their sullen faces.
Their sight will lift your mood.
Often we wish to escape the city,
to vanish somewhere, as they do
where it is warm,
where comfort is nearer.
At a waterfall cascading down the cliffs,
women with loosened hair
will circle around,
and like birds,
they will spread their wings.
Simply warmth brings everything to life.