Blue Tits On Damson Bush

Such tiny birds, such precious things, Contented side-by-side, One there with perfect spreadout wings, As I looked on with pride... A mini spectacle I'd caught, Beyond their normal pose, That left me humbled, deep in thought, With wonder that still grows... Like Leonardo watching well, To study what was seen, As if a new tale he would tell With his flying machine! For flight has always been Man's dream, Ascending high above, As if that would seem all supreme, Like angels full of love... If not for birds, would Man fly now, Across this world with hope? It's thanks to these, so spare a bow, Because we've spanned the globe... With Nature's lessons all around, God proves Himself sublime, You see, God's wonders still astound, If we but take the time... Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2014. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Blue Tits On Damson Bush'. Find more wildlife poems using Google search for the search phrase Stephen Gayford poetry.