The geese fly south for the winter

And I fly with them

To a place where I can feel safe

Where no one can harm me

Just me and the geese

Flying south towards a more warm place

Where we are going

Is abandoned

And I am now safe....

The same old routine:

It’s time to fly south.

Time to leave here and migrate to comfortable warmth

until conditions resume favorable and it’s deemed acceptable by the flock to return from temporary displacement.

It used to never bother me.

In fact, I used to look forward to it.

But just as the seasons change with time, so too has my mind.

With each passing year, the routine is getting old.

It’...

Migration high

Flying in the sky

Im a triangle pattern

You hear there chatter

South the go

In a place they know

Where there is no snow

Where there is warmth

Where they form

Again to come back

From the lack of trees

They just want to be free

When migration high

Flying in the sky...

Oh mama, where could you be?

The group of geese honk and plea

The life they owned was getting cold and bear

Now alone, they travel to who knows where

Oh mama, where is home?

The home you grew and raised us

It seemed to be flooding with cold by the day

And now we stray, clueless when you’re away

Oh mama, where are we going?

Why did we leave you at home?

The air is getting warmer, warm by the seco...

Monarch butterflies cascade in droves over California to stay warm,

Geese travel in flocks South to chase forever blue skies,

And little girls migrate down the stairs to pet their little cats...

geese fly south for the winter,

moths move toward the light,

bees drink from every bloom,

and coyotes hunt at night

elephants will mourn

orcas will attack

crows will steal your trinkets

and ducks will certainly quack

so, don’t be surprised by

what these animals may do

science has written this as fact

much like how I inevitably need you...

The group of geese gather around

A new place to call home they've found

Somewhere far away

From the place they used to lay

They no longer live in fear

Of the winter drawing ever so near

Nor the thought of the falling snow

Covering up all they know

They left behind their not-so-distant past

And found a place their happiness can last

All it took was one strenuous flight

For their days to be filled...

A whisper of wings in the autumn sky,

Geese in formation, drifting high.

Carried by winds so crisp and cold,

Chasing the sun, as the seasons unfold.

Golden fields wave their last goodbye,

Bare trees etch patterns against the sky.

The honking chorus, wild and free,

Sings of a journey over land and sea.

Through silver mist and morning light,

They vanish beyond the fading night.

Drawn by instinct, ...

Mama used to always point out the geese laying down on the grass behind our house

She would tell me that they flew down for winter because they were Canadas geese

I would always end up so confused on why, because it was cold down here too

I wondered if that's where we got the phrase "silly goose"

because isn't it silly to avoid the cold by flying somewhere cold?

She would tell me that summer is al...

The great migration was about to commence.

The birds taking off into the great immense.

The weather was changing

And it felt like it was estranging.

It was time for them all to go

To a place the weather would bestow.

Nothing but the warth they desire....