Rhythm Of Life
When I was but a child
Every year, before the first frost
Turned moving vitality into hibernating stillness
I would watch all the ducks fly away
I can still recall asking my Mother,
Where are the birds going?
She smiled into my eyes and said,
Their going south for the winter
I couldn’t help but wonder how the birds knew
About the season changing with no weatherman
But every year just like clockwork they left
Until… One fall, I noticed the ducks weren’t flying away
For warmer climate anymore
Confusion set in and I went to my Mother
And said, Why haven’t the birds flown away?
With a stern look in her eye,
She replied, The land owners clipped their wings…
They are now unable to fly
Within less than 3 years,
I watched their population dwindle and die
The perpetrators that diminished their chances of survival
Failed to care about the rhythm of life
Love always, Esha ❤
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