Change In The Wind

There is a change in the trade winds

I can feel them flapping my wings

With a bird's eye view I can see

Something in the clouds up ahead.

Stirring with lightning I rescind

The pathways that are behind clippings.

For past that lightning is a tree

From which I can perch and shed

All the feathers that are dull and old

Just like the tomes that I now hold

Fleeing south for the winter I will

For there are no storms in that still

And calm, the breeze carries forth

Unlike the coldness in the north.

A wise owl told me of the woodwinds

That lay beyond the bordering springs

I'll fly over that ocean blue sea

With my new feathers wide spread.

"Look at where you are now, and wonder where you would have been if the winds decided to carry you elsewhere. Where would you be?"