MIGRATORY BIRDS

Fly Away-Which Way To Go?

Upon the wind, they chart their ancient course,

Winged travelers ‘neath the sky’s vast dome.

With purpose etched in every feather’s force,

They turn their hearts toward a distant home.

From northern chill to southern lands they fly,

Across vast seas, through storms and starry nights.

In V-formations etched against the sky,

A testament to Nature’s wonderous flights.

These avian nomads heed the call to roam,

With each return, a story to unfold.

Through whispered winds, across the ocean’s foam,

Their rhythmic patterns, Nature’s tales are told.

So let us gaze upon their soaring bands,

And marvel at life’s journeys, skyward spanned.