The Flight to my Home
by Maeve McCarty
(Orlando, Florida, United States)
Gliding through the fields of gold
Wondering why it is so cold
now it is time for me to go home
down south is where I like to roam
I’ll gather nectar from some flowers
And then I’ll gain lots of power
On my way I also meet a friend
Who will travel with me to the end
As we zoom to where we belong
we will start to sing a little song
Our radiant colors will attract another
and he became my significant other
As we saw a familiar stone
we realized we were in a familiar zone
That we called Home!