As I float along the meadows of my trammelled past.. I can sense the gloat of the imminent death frothing over and in my mind. .. I can't gaze back now.. I fail to clench on fillips that spur my mortal and psychical frames .. It's time for me to bid farewell to that Simultaneous Being .. up you go my culpable intellect,
up you go my frivolous mind,
up you go my ingenious thoughts;
Cranes fly together, forming a perfect design,
Off to some place, more by plan.
Thousands fly in geometric shapes,
And adorn the morning sun, like a white cape.
The leader of the flock, is at the front
The rest of them follow the thermal current.
For miles they fly, undaunted by the weather,
I wonder in awe, the endurance of their feather!
Intriguing how they communicate at will,
When they are ready to display their migrating skill.
They assemble like clockwork, every year,
At a designated place, near the pier.
As they gather, their chatter is deafening,
Resemble humans at an annual convoking.
Hasten they must, before winter sets in,
Batches take off, like jets on a mission.
In nature’s realm, is omnipresent,
The Virtuoso who created this exotic instinct,
When every autumn they plan their trails,
A migration path, which will never fail.