Such freedom, vigor and vitality

To soar through the air with ease and little effort

What speed, what accuracy, to manipulate oneself

To land with such precision

 

Effortlessly, yet in formation

a flock of birds head south

To the same location , year after year

No map, no compass, no electronic devices to guide them

No traffic lights, speed limits or regulations to enforce upon them

 

No, they are organized and don’t crash into each other in mid air

Harmoniously, they fly and glide respecting each other’s space

Of course they have their conflicts, predators, and enemies

But for the most part, they don’t have the chaos

 

They have their instincts which start from the moment they crack the egg

And take their first  breath of life  Entering into their new world

In which they will always soar above mankind