To which sky?

To which sky are they flying away?
With those tiny twigs in their beak
Flying side by side
Spreading their majestic wings.

Will they build their nest?
On some far away hill top
Or will they chose some tall tree
In some deep, mysterious wood?

Will they succeed or not?
To carry that small twig
To that tree waiting
Braving these naughty winds?

That will be a mystery for me
I will never know
Where they are going
And where there nest will be