Flowing water swept away the expression
Smooth tranquil ice chilled in the winter cold
An exodus a trampling a song
Ideas exchanged and never meeting
Meeting and never changed
The end is near
They cried and ran and flailed
But they peeked over shoulders
Hidden under covers in the dark
The earth trembling from the stampede
A sound hailing a shake-up
The trumpeting noise
Disrupting the flock into flight
Some land on the pachyderm
Others in disharmony
a cacophony of opinions
Some run counter to the rest
Never getting off the ground
And this is how
Great changes come about
A shake up and a resettling
A restructuring building something new
With tools honed over the unfolding
That went before
The trumpet blew
The birds flew
Where we land is a place
We never knew
Now you’re talking. You nailed it this time.
Thank you, Rick!