Wings In The Sky

Myriad of wings in the sky,

Home and home, gentle wings, gently fly

Myriad of wings, I said I could not count

Soaring up the gloomy eve, yes, I can now recount

The sky workers who depart in the morn,

Heading toward destination known to no one;

And soaring home in legion toward eve 

When I sit to chant the verse of eve;

But is theirs laborious or what can you say?

As strenuous seems men's work night and day

And did you ever thought of their plan? 

Or whether their labor was to gain

Nests or things in men's oblivion

When you see bats soaring forever on.