I love to watch the geese fly by. Strong, silent wings beat the air moving them forward, away from me, away to places I know nothing about.
I wish sometimes that I could lift up, lift off with a flap of my wings, leave, move away from this world I know too much about and find those far away places.
Join in the journey, join in the seeking of what I do not know.
But today, the sun shines down on me, warms my skin and my feet are heavy, planted firmly on the ground.
So I raise my face up as the geese fly by, fly over me with strong, silent wings beating the air, moving them forward.
And I'm happy, content, to watch them fly by....
I wish sometimes that I could lift up, lift off with a flap of my wings, leave, move away from this world I know too much about and find those far away places.
Join in the journey, join in the seeking of what I do not know.
But today, the sun shines down on me, warms my skin and my feet are heavy, planted firmly on the ground.
So I raise my face up as the geese fly by, fly over me with strong, silent wings beating the air, moving them forward.
And I'm happy, content, to watch them fly by....
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