Speeding into the night
This graceful bird takes flight,
As it flies overhead towers full of light

It spreads its wings, eager to glide
And continues to soar,
gracefully in the sky.

It speaks a language,
one simple word
only heard, by this lonely bird.

On impulse, it knows
That it must land,
Whether it rains or snows, with no other plan.

The bird descends, slowly with ease
To rest and refuel
For another journey in need.