As limbs rise skyward, ever seeking light,
One stands in awe at Mother Nature’s shears,
Though likened to a bonsai, man-made sight,
Intrinsic beauty crafted through the years.
Yet deep beneath the foliage, hid from fear,
Some denizens depending to subsist,
Within a secret robin’s nest, are heirs,
Precariously nestled hatchlings in the mist.
And glancing to more critters, co-existing
on sinewed branches, highways in the trees,
A chipmunk scurries southward toward the grist,
Hung suet-feeder swaying in the breeze.
The lesson is to pause for longer glance
at foliage lush, for nature’s fine nuance.