Look, birds of flight

Look, birds of flight, emptying the skies above
Their color, the color of love
A soothing color that makes you just want to run away
So beautiful that you finally notice the leaves sway
Now fly away as a dove

Flying into these clouds
There certainly are not shrouds
No need to stray
Look, birds of flight

Knowing in the end they will begone
That this picture in my mind will not ever be redrawn
Looking at it one last time
I hear those birds chime
Look, birds of flight