Birds fly over the Ocean,
the waves continue crashing,
regardless of the flapping
Pole to pole,
then back
Two Summers a year
Soaring over the skies,
viewing Oceans as they settle
Or rolling when nature
brews and, turns,
on the kettle
No matter the weather,
Arctic tern,
your migration route,
longest on Earth,
so definitely a salute


© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney