The white storks amass above
Upon the thermals of Istanbul
They glide there to great heights
So the sojourn above the sea
Won't be a final plunge into depths
An outcrop rises above the waves
One of the many along the winged route
It is a lifebuoy, a step stone onward
To the open plains of warmer Africa
While Europe still, winters over
Winds turn down above the water
It captures the solar warmth dear
Stealing the loft for birds of the air
Land's thermal rises gain ease
To give them rest whilst traveling
The trek is long and repetitious
Seasons dictate their flight paths
That they will return to Europe anon
Sailing on life's passing currents
Always on the wing, and on the edge