Flocks of Birds

In billions they all fly,
Do their best as they try,
One goes here,
While the other goes there,
Chaos everywhere.
Yet they remain connected,
The one without,
May not know,

The one within,
But as a whole,
They create,
A majestic pattern,
Beautiful to those eyes,
Who have souls,
To look beyond.
And for them,
They all fly.
They may travel,
Many years in time,
Many miles in space,
Yet they will never collapse.
The contradictions within,
Will make them expand,
Yet keep them together,
As some in them know,
Together they look beautiful.

- Rajeev