Tiny angels, with wings, in multiple varieties;
were the birds, lifted, in flight;
all were, seemingly, oblivious to propriety;
abruptly leaving my line of sight.
These marvelous, beautiful flying creatures;
took wing, whenever I’d come;
before I could even distinguish their features;
they all flew off, together, as one.
Flapping their wings, while displaying dexterity;
they flew in formations intricately designed;
they all dined together; sharing their familiarity;
it seemed as tho they moved with one mind.
Birds fly in formations that conserve energy;
and dart in and out when flying alone;
their thoughts, in tandem, provide a synergy;
body and thought; winging for home.
Birds are highlights on the Master’s painting;
droplets from His palette, taking wing;
as angels, they’re servants to the King, reigning;
yet, always take the time to sing.
The majesty and beauty displayed by birds;
are all seeds, that, in Eden, were planted.
And, like the reaction to the Master’s words;
the beauty of birds is taken for granted.
Tho it can be said that each is a “bird brain”;
we might well consider it odd;
most all birds are not known to complain;
and all of them live for God.