Birds of Paradise

The tree tops are where a bird calls home, But with all that time spent in the sky it's a wonder where they must go. Flying from north to south, seeming never to stop for rest. They must get exhausted, but where do they stop so far from their nest. High up in the sky, beyond where we can trek, Where paths collide in a place you'd least expect. Nestled in a voluminous cloud, floating large yet lighter than air. There lies a paradise for birds where they stop for rest and care.