Birds are more than wings for people who put up with carrying on their lives with difficulties. What makes their journey between two journeys an adventure is the simplicity of the journey. I see companions of the birds which are flying underground in the enthusiasm of their lives in all the borders of which can be seen in one frame. They are flying like the holy purpose of a wordless agreement. In the sake of the person who knows the weakness of uncertainty, the feeling for the devotion of the birds soaring towards the meeting of the two seasons must be more than envy.