avoid betrayal

if the texture and the colour i could copy
would i try?
would i know to do justice to that which i see?
would i succeed to capture the essence of what touches my senses
or make a farce of such natural beauty?

i watched as exotic birdies did feed on its nectar
the colours the draw card the birdies detecter

could it not be said, the same detecter for me as a human?

the scent, the colour and even though the nectar i not seek
my attention caught, enthralled be i, my pleasure at the site did peak.

how sad if blind i should be at what so freely in nature displayed
my senses by my indulgence in the concrete grey jungle betrayed
not possible for the spirit does call and crave
at every opportunity unrestricted mother nature it save

RB.