Leadership Down

The geese are leaving
Flying high in the sky
Like a perfect squadron
Evenly spaced 
each with a wingspan
Of separation
If you look closely
They resemble an arrow
This time, pointing South
They are leaving their
North of the border
Breeding grounds
I'm not sure if sad or happy
But always making their classic
Loud sounds
I wonder what they are saying
What it is all about
All I have learned is that
They have a rotating leadership
After all it is a long trip down 
The strongest flyers
Take charge and lead the way
Then they move back
To get some rest
There's no speech or hearsay, 
There's no doubt, no perception 
Year after year
They are all going for
the same goal
And in the same direction
That's what I love
Of their V formation