The darkness is quickly fading away,
at the dawn of morning's first light.
In the marsh, amongst the southern
Nature urges him to take flight.
Feeling the pull of his innate nature,
to regions of glory on high,
he stretches his wings, and turns to the
he obeys this instinct to fly!
He follows the seasonal flyway path:
this route of yearly migration.
At the impulse of Mother Nature's call,
he heads for a known location.
Since he was created, his destiny
at this season is to take wing.
An instinct that drives him inherently:
for it is the first day of Spring.
© March 2010
~ Share With A Friend ~
sending this page?