Geese And Swans
Entry by: tinyfeet&bluebirds
14th April 2017
We have so much to learn about love,
there is so much they could teach us -
if we could only hear their speak,
understand the clicking of their tongues.
There is so much they could teach us,
there’s a map written into their wings
stitched in with care - all those hours
spent grooming each other for fleas.
There’s a map written into their wings -
always showing the way back home.
Even as they’re soaring over oceans,
tundra, a landscape of snow -
always showing the way back home.
Even when they’ve strayed so far,
they know the value of faithfulness,
they know the comfort of a warm hearth.
Even when they’ve strayed so far,
lost in the crowd of babbling,
gaggling geese and swans,
only death could keep them apart.
there is so much they could teach us -
if we could only hear their speak,
understand the clicking of their tongues.
There is so much they could teach us,
there’s a map written into their wings
stitched in with care - all those hours
spent grooming each other for fleas.
There’s a map written into their wings -
always showing the way back home.
Even as they’re soaring over oceans,
tundra, a landscape of snow -
always showing the way back home.
Even when they’ve strayed so far,
they know the value of faithfulness,
they know the comfort of a warm hearth.
Even when they’ve strayed so far,
lost in the crowd of babbling,
gaggling geese and swans,
only death could keep them apart.