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