Now the warriors of winter they gave a cold triumphant shout
And all that stays is dying and all that lives is getting out
See the geese in chevron flight flapping and racing on before the snow
They’ve got the urge for going and they’ve got the wings so they can go
Words from “Urge for Going“, Joni Mitchell, 1966
A melancholy song, but from simpler time when threat of apocalypse might be a foolish press on a button, not near certainty from the ordinary actions of each of us, daily, just living our lives.