around the aggregate on stony ground...where whispers of the past resound...a flock takes flight in skies of gray...as turmoil marks the world's array...the geese that soar in flag filled sky...call forth a hope through their beating wings...beneath on the earth...the turkeys pause their pecking...their gaze fixed firm upon the trembling land...calling from above...in shadows deep...the watchful crows share their counsel...they speak of storms...years gone by...and battles fought beneath the sky...the skies remember...one crow caws...the rise and fall of mortal laws...the leaders crowned...the ones betrayed...the smell of promises decayed...a crow with a loud voice shares stories about those who fly...taking bold actions can be powerful...but a leader's pride can lead to downfall...yet as they speak...their tones grow grave...the stones bear truths we failed to save...remember this…though skies turn black...the flock prevails through wisdom's track...a leader bold...with steady hand...to face the winds...to take command...through crows' grim tales...let caution rise...for storms may mirror clouded skies...through fear and hope...the people yearn...for guiding light...for safe return...a choice will rise...a leader true...the flock relies...