The Migration: Geese-Children-Parents

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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6 Responses to The Migration: Geese-Children-Parents

  1. This is wonderful, Ed.

  2. Marc Gunter says:

    Good stuff, Bro. keep the faith.

  3. Terry says:

    I have geese that fly over our house daily. They are noisy but beautiful in the sculptures in the skies

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