water ripples
birds touch down
wide-spread wings
skim the surface
crying to one another
they settle on the lake
one leg of their journey over
another just ahead
it matters not how long the road
or how cold the wind blows
they continue on
to the call of the south
as they must
Genre
Every fall Canadian geese fly
Every fall Canadian geese fly through Michigan, and they're pretty and sound lovely, but they always make me sad.
I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief