flight
In the morning's gentle light, they dance,
Tiny beings in a fleeting trance.
Specs of life with wings so light,
A marvel to behold in the soft sunlight.
Beating wings with a rhythm so fast,
Fuelled by nature's secret, they fly past.
God, the Creator of boundless art,
fashioned these creatures with a tiny heart.
Invisible batteries power their flight,
Mysteries woven in morning's light.
To replicate such wonders so small,
A battery, or fuel, we'd need to install.
A source unseen, a power divine,
Sustaining life's delicate design.
No mortal hand could ever replace,
The wonders of nature's intricate grace.
Glory to the Creator, the Master's hand,
Crafting life's beauty across the land.
Insects in flight, a whisper of love,
Sustained by a power from high above.
Zaki Sema |