I stood watching the flowers wild, <br />That congregated around my feet. <br />And viewed the insects like a child, <br />As they dined on nectar, Oh, so sweet. <br /> <br />Their busy lives amazed me so, <br />Each committed to the job they knew. <br />Climbing stems with great bravado, <br />Retrieving loads of fresh honeydew. <br /> <br />Miniature world of bugs so small, <br />Bustling about all through the long day. <br />Some with a scurry, some a crawl, <br />All hoping to make a good headway. <br /> <br />I felt I shouldn’t move, for here <br />Was a city hidden in this place. <br />And with one step, I had a fear, <br />That I might deliver coups de grace. <br /> <br />These creatures know nothing of us, <br />We tall giants that loom above the grass. <br />But we all must respect them thus, <br />When with our heavy tread we do pass. <br /> <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/great-bravado/
