The occasional glimpse of the starlight finch flutter far up high.
The silver moon egrets fly a formation of cicles on their way.
Beyond the great horizon to make way for the flocks of day.
They rise in close formation blazing eyes mirrored on the sea.
Pursuing silver egrets and ravens they fly forward fast and free.
Gold orioles in round formation through the seas flamingo fray.
Over nimbus storks and then blue finches they fly on through the day.
Golden hues like yellow fields, then moving blues of living lace
They fly over the heavens till they become heaven's face.
Then charge through flocks of pink flamingo that rise up from the sea.
They fly beyond the horizon and beyond what mere bipeds see.
The black owl hoots and soars, The ravens flood the sky.
The moon egrets rise like a roar,starlight finch soar up high
To begin the cycle once again ,their great migration through the sky.
Constellations cloud formations, they become the skyline going by.
I have always marveled at the beauty of the sky and it never fails to amaze me that something so inanimate could be so alive. I wondered for just a moment how it could be as beautiful as it is, constantly changing and moving, and I wondered for a moment... Maybe it is alive. maybe it's millions of birds in a synchronized flight forming all those clouds, and constellations and brush strokes of light that form the ever changing tapestry we call the sky. I know that's just my fancy, but I know that is how I'll explain it to my daughters and sons one day.
Or at least that is how I hope to.
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