The Journey
Up above, amidst the blue,
is a drama in the sky.
I watch the formation going north -
the V-shape passing by.
The Canada geese, a sign of spring,
are winging their long way home.
The airways are filled with honking
as they make their coming known.
How many miles do they journey?
How far north do they fly?
Privileged to view this production now,
I won't ask how or why.
Tales in the sky
The sky is nature's window,
showing what is going on;
The colours of the setting sun
tell much about the dawn.
The moon has many faces
and many different shades;
Sometimes it's orange or yellow
and then white, as if it fades.
The stars are always constant
even when cloud obscures the view;
We know that just beyond that dark,
they are there for me and you.
Cloud formations tell a tale
and the wind is sometimes seen
in clouds that race across the sky
or sit motionless on the scene.
The window in the sky beckons
like an open door
Ready to show, if we care to see,
what nature has in store.
