It is amazing, more incredible than any sky you've ever seen,
As you see them fly, up and above, in a queue so lean.
Flapping their wings, without a care in the world,
Following a call, only them, no one else seems to have heard.
'Flop, flop, flop' go their wings,
Each one of them, united in purpose, sings.
They may be flying against the wind,
Going against the flow where they were pinned.
It matters not when they will reach,
Whether they will be racing against the Sun or lounging on the beach.
Little do they care how they look,
They keep exploring the clouds, like turning pages of a book.
It's that distinct 'V' you see across the sky,
And your heart wonders, 'Oh, how the geese fly!'