We're Ready to Migrate Again

[angliholic]

You often sway alone in the wind
like a quiet dandelion
dancing gracefully at a small yard
forgotten by the world

And I
I'm constantly tumbling on many a strange road
like a tumbleweed
moving on and on
I've forgotten the world

In the season of Zephyr
we're ready to migrate again without knowing
where our future home is
Maybe we'll settle down in the same pasture
Maybe not

Let us pray
God will place us in the same course

[aliengirl]

The contrast between the swaying graceful beauty and the tumbling narrator makes this poem a good read. But that's what most of your poems are. BTW, would you consider changing the last line? Can you put the same meaning in different words?

[angliholic]

The contrast between the swaying graceful beauty and the tumbling narrator makes this poem a good read. But that's what most of your poems are. BTW, would you consider changing the last line? Can you put the same meaning in different words?

Thanks, AG, for the advice.
I've changed the last line a bit. If it still sounds obtuse, please let me know.