Migration

I didn’t believe it when I first had heard of it,
So I booked a cruise to the high seas,
There were rumors it was the end of the world,
Even scientists were baffled and ill at ease.

There were several ships at the destination,
When we got there it was a sight for the eyes,
But all of us were quiet in awe of this miracle,
As the flying whales took off into the skies.

The majestic giants floated upward free,
All the different kinds, in groups and in pods,
They sang a song like a floating Orca-stra,
Answering the calls of some ancient gods.

Then we all feared what we’d done to the earth,
The creatures of the deep had decided to leave,
As the whales swung their tails swimming in the air,
It was something that my eyes still couldn’t believe.

And the higher they got the lighter they became,
Disappearing amidst the clouds in the sky,
Their song of migration - to find another place,
Because planet earth soon will one day die.