In the early morning

great flocks of geese

fly overhead

 

honking in exuberance

exhilarated with the morning

the beauty of the lake

the snap of cool air

 

they announce their presence

with joyful noise

like trumpeters warming up

an orchestra in the sky

 

singing so jubilantly

as if they had just discovered life

found happiness

in the sunrise

 

would we be wise

to copy them

to rise in unison

and voice our collected cheer

 

to sing out with joy

trumpet the sweetness of life itself

 

to follow their lead

and sing the wild goose song.