The glory is all around us, in the deepest woods, or even inside the greenbelts of the city, waiting the curious eye to find. In motions of life, through the very fabric of time, are the expressions unfolded for those who wish to see. In the small things of interest we seek to name, but the very treasures are in the expressions of change, when each day brings a new awakening from the house of Nature. The geese had gathered after a long migration through the frigid sky, guided by a road map inside themselves; not spoken or even learned, but known by the many generations who have come and gone, arrowing their way over the planet's curve. Many of these birds will not make the journey back, but others will take their places, and the species of new geese will fly the hidden track across the sky.
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