INSTINCTIVELY NATURAL

There is nothing in Nature more beautiful than seeing

The flapping wings of our Canadian honkers beating

In sculptured formation, as northward and homeward bound they wing,

And their singing and honking portend the pleasing arrival of spring.

But in the autumn changing of our seasons, I am much ill-at-ease

When seeing our beautifully coloured leaves drop from their trees.

And the departure of our beautiful Canadian geese

Flying away in flight-patterned, engineered Vees.

Man has no magical powers to alter or to stem Nature's ebb and flow.

Nature ordains it. Instinct compels it. The birds and leaves must go.

Thus, obedient and true

To their nature, they do.

As for Man, his ineffective instincts are not his moving force.

Instead, he uses reason as the main informant for his recourse.

But, in lacking the infallibility and blind certainty which animal instinct brings,

Man's failure at arriving at his destination is more than just one of those things.