Fly the geese, wild,
high in the sky,
Honking, honking,
as they pass by.
An annual migration,
a passage of time.
Once more the season,
life springs sublime.
Soon there'll be goslings
down, by the pond,
as life in the World
will keep continuing on.
A Comment by Loy

I really like this one - I’m an observer of geese 🙂
A Comment by MFish

I'm happy you like this and are an observer. I will write one of a long ago experience.