Kingfishers, Heron, Cormorant and Water Vole,
From nature the great masters stole,
Reed beds, Willow, buds, birch and bracken, the mighty old Oak with homes not for sale,
The meekness of nature will never go stale,
Don't poke fun at the meek, the incapable, fore their fire leaves a fearsome trail,
The "capability" crown, they wear, the crown of the rock dove, is full to the brim of love, they do not fail,
Blow a gail, they will not fall or stumble, nor crawl!
The gulls climb the spiralling gusts with faith of a mustard seed bringing hope and glory, to the fallen and blamed,
The shamed rise from their stolen story, rearrange their mind to a capable kind, set forth and proceed to the need of others and the lamp that burns on the bridge shows their way!
The crown is worn only by the poor, the windswept, the cradled, the unbridled, the woeful and weak! They stride forth with majesty, not with riches, but with a back bone! The ridge of the Lion dog, the treding of their clog to the earth, the moment the tattered hat is pulled down, over their eyes, they still see, there's no blindness in them, it's the waves on the river they drift with, with the waves gulls float upon, and like the industrious pigeon who's perch is rotten, full of stench, they manoeuvre with expertise!
The Lion roar signals a fight, a proud strength, the humble Rat looks at you like your thick, with curious eyes, the Crow with its intellect sums you up, susses you out,
The Weeds on the Riverside, like a Limpet or Urchin, cling to life, survive all elements, not pretty, but enduring!
When the Sparrow enters the flock, the trumpets sound, the bells ring and heads bow, but the Sparrow bow too, not in glory, but in the humility of knowledge!
Berries are eaten, seeds spread, graffiti signs banners, their tattooed skin,
You can't win, they say!
But, claim it, don't enflame it, the tide is always in momentum,
Perpetual motion like a Greek boxer, weathered, bruised, cut and battered, his victory overcomes his poverty, his victory overcomes his life, pounding rugged sinews perpetuates motion with experience and this is the essence of power, the eternal white flame, like a white Eagle gliding close to the sharp light of the sun!
They don't do a border, it's all or nothing, freedom and independence, freedom in the mind, gravity never brings them down, God's wider wingspan helps them fly and cry with exhalation and capability!
The king of "capability" always wears his crown!
