Birds,
Who fly north
Flying an airplane
Due to the storms.

Hiding behind clouds
Beneath a tree
In the frontier.
From the
Black crows
Who can catch them
And take them back home.

Tired and sleepy
The moon in their eyes
They continue
Until they find the tree
They want to be
The best nest they want
For their children.

Strong birds
A chocolate color
As Latinos!

It’s a hard time
Still they are in the same
Catching their steps
So they can’t be distinguished
From residents of U.S.A

Birds
Who fly north
Flying an airplane
Due to the storms.

Cultivating
The dancing cactus,
The coloring beans,
The fragrant lilacs
Dancing with all their
Hearts never getting tired.

They are the birds
Who fly north
The chocolate coloring
But proud of being it.