Flight

Flight

It struck me like a lightning bolt,
a beacon in the dark.
One clever thought-filled moment
while walking through the park.

I think it was the birds I saw
that taught me how to fly.
Friends asked me how I did it,
the tale of when and why.

I said it was the geese I watched,
flight so graceful in its form.
They landed on the smallest pond
to weather out the storm.

Like many weary travelers
that rest upon their way.
Slowly gaining back the strength
to fly another day.

In many ways we are alike,
the birds and us for sure.
In a world that's so mixed up
there's much we shall endure.

Some have told me that I'm strange,
watching birds the way I do.
I've watched them for the longest time
and learned a thing or two.

So if you watch them long enough
and you're as smart as they.
You'll find a place to rest a spell
and fly a better way.