Blue And Gold Macaw

The blue and gold macaw looked round, Surveying what was seen, Above the forest trees and ground Still vibrant verdant green... And little knowing Man encroached To cut it day by day, Until the final time approached And all was swept away... For now, the birds had homes to build, The last this land would claim, For soon their hopes would end up killed And Man's greed was to blame... Macaws would live then fade out fast, Like dodo birds decreased, Man never harkens to his past As he strides west to east... If God looks down and lets Man be To do the worst he can, Is this His fatal destiny, His purpose or His plan? Or merely freewill without pause, The proof of all Man's sins, Before God judges us with laws When Christ returns as Prince? Denis Martindale, copyright, June 2014. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford, nb Google search gayfordgallery. Find more wildlife poems using Google search for the search phrase Stephen Gayford poetry.