Migration

On and on they journey southward

to the land of warmer summers

on the way they shed their feathers

for the poet's hand to write love letters

Flying high in straight formation

seeking out their destination

over seas and windswept forest

frost and snow they're soon forgotten

Trees are bare snowflakes are falling

you can hear their leaders calling

follow me fly strong my brother

be strong of heart and help each other home

And here I am I'm just a man

and there you are among the stars flying high

searching for a new tomorrow

I wish I could follow

Nearer still to new horizons

chill winds blow so far behind them

endless days and sleepless nights

a borrowed gift navigates their flight

Still and pure this morning air

so tired now but almost there

the mysteries of nature's calling

some will climb while others return back home