Every evening they come
Every morning they go
Running towards the sun
Running away from the snow
They bring their young
They must leave the old
The young will return
The weak die in the cold
This is the cycle of life
It has always been this way
Though we may want them to
The young and old
They never stay
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This is wonderful, Ed.
Awwww! Hope your hanging tough lil girl. Big hugs. 🙂
Good stuff, Bro. keep the faith.
How have you been? I know things were tough on you for awhile. Can’t wait to see you for Christmas!
I have geese that fly over our house daily. They are noisy but beautiful in the sculptures in the skies
They really are wonderful creatures, Terry