The feathered wings taking the birds away
Fills my eyes with sadness from a waterless well
Church bells call as the vee shape flight waves
Winter conseals her chill mountain high coming but not today
I consume the blueness of the sky in my emotion
More vecating geese painting their presence black
ln the air leaving our village we the poorer
As their legs trail the summer path in vee shape devotion
The circle of nature spins its self to fullfill ever living life
The in awe migration is todays news print nature's call to all
Mans love of nature is self love...for man is nature its self
We all depend on each other in natures circle of survival strife
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have painted some awesome imahpges here Ken, and yes, we do all depend on each other for survival.