The Birds Return
How do birds know where to fly
when they return each spring?
Do they tuck tiny, tiny maps
under each beautiful wing?
Do they stop along their flight
to ask for tips on left, or right?
Do they follow a flying friend
or proudly lead the way?
Do they travel hours and hours
before they stop for the day?
Do twinkly stars whisper the route
whenever they have any doubt?
I do know with all my heart
it's always such a joy to see
the birds return each green spring
to sweetly sing in our maple tree.
when they return each spring?
Do they tuck tiny, tiny maps
under each beautiful wing?
Do they stop along their flight
to ask for tips on left, or right?
Do they follow a flying friend
or proudly lead the way?
Do they travel hours and hours
before they stop for the day?
Do twinkly stars whisper the route
whenever they have any doubt?
I do know with all my heart
it's always such a joy to see
the birds return each green spring
to sweetly sing in our maple tree.
Picture by Rebecca St. Pierre
This poem is copyright (©) Rebecca St. Pierre 2026
About the Writer
Rebecca St. Pierre
Rebecca writes poetry, photographs nature, and creates artwork in Ontario, Canada. Her writing has appeared in a variety of publications, including The Solitary Daisy, YES Mag: The Science Magazine for Adventurous Minds, The Lit Platform, and The Fur-Bearing Trout...and Other True Tales of Canadian Life. She is inspired by Nature and the brilliant young people in her family. You will find more of Rebecca’s work at her website, WordFlightAndLight.mypixieset.com.
