Whereever
you go
Home
is where beginning and ending
It
is the natural; it is the root of life
Where
people will try
The
migration of the birds
Flying
for days to seek its food
When
it is done they will fly back
To
the place they know so well
It's
the season of a life
The
migration to seek fortunes
Some
get lost in the pursuits
Some
make it so they will return
Even
the migration of the birds
Some
fall preys to the predators
Some
get lost in the wilderness
Some
settled down into the new
In
the years many will think
The
root of where they came
The
hungry of the returning
The
pursuit of happiness
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