Have Fun…Be Free
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I watch with wonder this approach of Fall How do trees know when to colour leaves? How far can one goose hear the southern call? Who tells the birds to fill the skies? What signals orchestration of the freeze? I wonder who it is who plans it all.
Today, I glimpsed a pattern to it all In stretch of sky and soft leaf fall, In icy lace of pond’s first freeze, In last song as the warbler leaves. I think I saw a hint in snowy skies As all of Earth responds to timeless call.
If the geese flew lower, I would call Them in and turn them, one and all, To leave the labours of the icy skies, And fill the fields, to glean the harvest fall That the careless reaper always leaves In stubble where the furrows soon will freeze.
Have Fun…Be Free
StarLarking Exploration Ltd | Adventure, Exploration, Discovery