Bird's eye view

What do you see from your lofty perch

as you gaze with haughty disdain?

What is captured in your bird's eye view?

alert for the smallest grain

or crumb of comfort

carelessly dropped

by the ant like humans below

whose lives are a drudge

that they carry around

as the seasons come and go.

The rich pickings of summer

are swept into autumn

like leaves that are shriveled and dry

Yet still you keep watch

from your cloud covered throne

not yet ready to fly

from the drama unfolding

new every day

with connections not yet understood

and a tear forms at the corner

of your little bead eye

as you recall another who perched

with a view much like yours

and who wept at the sight

of the lost and the lonely and weary souls

with no hope in their hearts to bring light.

One who could see, as you're seeing now

that it's not the way it should be

if they'd only look up

all would be changed

by the love that sets prisoners free

and drab, weary lives

would be transformed by joy

and colour would steal through the gray

and the rainbow reflected

in the puddles of life

would herald the dawn of a new day.