Geese in Flight
Perpetual fliers of the old and new
Claiming their place in the skies
As they did when the trees were born
And the rivers began their running,
A sight to behold,
Dancers of the aerial exhibitions,
Nature’s gallery on the move,
Synchronic poetry in motion,
The high art of the artisans
And scholars nearing precision,
The precision of the illiterate
And their lectures in the air,
Teamwork as the word not spoken,
But the word branded on the heart
As the geese move to a new place
Led by an unknown power.
Ancestral lore handed down,
Utopia in the high skies,
The fittest, the leader in command,
The lines of the weaker in the aft,
Wings and motion in sync,
The strong getting stronger,
The flock intact, the Utopian team,
The poetic flight in the aerial gallery,
The moving to the rhythm of the skies,
The graceful flapping of the wings
Like the baton of the ardent maestro,
Symphony of the pulse of nature,
The rhythm of the thunder,
The glitter of the lightning,
Poetry in the romantic lines
Like the waves on the high seas
And the precision of the swells,
Of nature showing off her charm,
Her wings of poetic artistry
In flight as the geese adorn the skies.
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