From all directions to one,
Birds are in mass row flying.
Daily work is over, hardness lies,
No tiredness still, no stress,
Happiness is floating in minds,
Birds are in real joy to return.
Seeing this evening fly we think,
Many colourful birds dream in mass,
Together they decide and fly more,
Kissing last sun in west is aim.
Nest is waiting to welcome them,
Rest they will take for next day,
Working hard again they will start,
Their new journey will begin soon.
Birds are lovable, birds sing song,
In this beautiful creation of God,
Every evening fly is well designed,
Birds adore God again and again.