The geese that once flew by at dawn and dusk
Have vanished since the swans came back to nest
Swans show beauty in their curving necks
Yet their wings can kill unwanted guests
I miss the geese as in a mass they fly
A sacramental moment in my day
They circle as if one when coming down
A god of form and force is here at play
The birds are one with Nature and her rhythms
We, having minds, are separate and are sad
For we don’t just adapt but we have changed
We make war and all the world is mad
Can we love and dwell in harmony?
For hatred hung the good on Calvary
