Voices in the Sky
How do animals and birds of the air know what to do? Were they born knowing hibernation? Did this knowledge come from the sea? Did it come from the sky?
“Everything in existence has a purpose”
― Sunday Adelaja
Voices in the Sky - A Poem
Autumn leaves begin to fall as they have for years
How do the squirrels and beings of all kind know
to find warmth; gather food, to not starve in winter
Listen to their chatter of hurry, they are never slow
I would say none of these wild things have ever starved
Their houses all look the same as others of their own kind
Like the nest of different birds none no better than the other
Who tells them things to do, teaches or put it in their mind?
Mornings become crisp from the colder nights in autumn
The birds I have watched for many years gather together
Having a speech we do not know but we know they talk
They practice before they migrate off, to a better weather
How Do They Know What to Do?
I have watched them so amazed maybe hundreds together
They fly out in unison so perfectly and never hit each other
Landing in trees to communicate and taking practice runs
Are they teaching the ones hatched this year, many a mother?
Maybe this is just what they always do to ensure a safe flight
And if they like where they are going, why then do they not stay?
But things go on with wildlife, them knowing just what to do
In each and every species they merely have their own way
Having sat and watched the birds in amazement and wonder
A practice lasting so long yet I couldn’t leave until they flew
It looked perfect to me the very first time but they kept on
Perfecting something I couldn’t understand, yet they all knew
What Pulls Them to Gather
They had a long journey and it had to be just right to go there
And this arrow they formed, does it help pull them along?
Or fight the winds they might meet up with getting some lost
The meetings oddly made with chatter and never with a song!
As with many of us the animals work hard for their daily food
Yet they build their houses without a blueprint design
They don’t just work and build and only hunt food always
Many times they have play and fun while the weather’s fine
Have you wondered knowing the baby is pushed out to fly
These baby birds were not around to see how to build a nest
How does it know to build one next year the very first time
What to put where and when to begin this annual quest
Good and Evil in Birds and Animals?
Such a mystery and how can it even be called instinct to know
How to build nests like the type they are unless they can speak
Have a language just like us that no one understands but them
Is all this chatter really talk and training for all answers they seek?
Do each type bird have its own language just as humans?
All these years seeing them intermingle except to fight for food
In humans different languages did not prevent war or having enemies
How many birds tongues are there and different sounds of a mood?
There is evil in the bird world besides the fact we know some kill
Some birds are evil, not maternal, who lays eggs in another's nest
Laying an egg to fool the birds of this home thinking it is their own
While an egg of theirs is on the ground, the Cuckoo does this best
Evil or Genius?
In only seconds she can sneak in and the mystery is unknown to man
She can make her egg each time in different nest look like the mother's
Is there voices in wildlife as in humans that give choices of good and bad?
Do they too question the whys of nature that seem unfair as with others?
Why does God allow such things, all who believe in Him may wonder
But if He does not stop the birds of which we never dreamed had a soul
To choose evil and trickery to get out of taking care of their own young
We who know God could never believe He made birds for such a role
What about us and for many nothing really changes in cold winter
We do not have to gather for winter yet many of us always do
What is that voice we all hear, animals and human seem alike
A voice somewhere in our being tell us things that we should do
That Voice I know tell all living things what to do and when
That Voice lets every living thing know wrong from rights
Though many will never admit it, all these things of wonder
How can hearts not be touched by nature’s amazing sights?
A small sparrow never falls to the ground this Voice does not see
The season we have is growing short, we can see it everywhere
Those who can hear the Voice, certainly can understand this time
We can only warn those who listen that there’s little time to spare
Even animals I have seen look all around themselves in thought
That Voice speaks to everyone and in my heart I know this to be true
All on earth did not just happen by chance, all these many wonders
So open your heart with your ears when next this Voice speaks to you
Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the rep
~ Rachel Cars
Voices in the Sky
Do you believe in a higher power?
Voices in the Sky
Man is the most insane species. He worships an invisible God and destroys a visible Nature. Unaware that this Nature he’s destroying is this God he’s worshippin
~ Hubert Reeves
© 2017 Jackie Lynnley