Yesterday we had two geese steps from our patio, madly eating and eating. Like their lives depended on it. Perhaps they knew the snow was coming. Today the geese where nowhere to be seen. But our two ducks were still on the pond. So after the Tiger Woods drama, I watched the ducks swim around and around as heavy, wet snow continued. I wondered… where do the geese go when it snows? In days gone by, I would have been contemplating work. Sunday afternoon, Monday coming soon. Stress slowly rising.
Instead, I contemplated the geese. The ducks. The late snow.
Where do the geese go? … where do the children play? A logical jump… in my mind:
When you crack the sky, scrapers fill the air.
Will you keep on building higher
Til there’s no more room up there?
Will you make us laugh, will you make us cry?
Will you tell us when to live?
Will you tell us when to die?
I know we’ve come a long way,
We’re changin’ day to day,
But tell me,
Where do the children play?
A great old song by the artist formerly know as Cat Stevens. “Will you tell us when to live? Will you tell us when to die?” Better to be like the birds. Taking care of their survival. But free.
I wager the geese will be back tomorrow, when the snow has melted. The ducks will be none the worse for wear. And I’ll write a little, love life a lot.
