Vibrant light flew the nest,
Letting colours go,
Forming rainbows streaking far,
Wherever storm clouds glowed.
Mother Light stood proud and tall,
Offspring doing well,
Humans sat and stared in awe,
At rainbows forming tall.
Except for one, as dark as night,
Sucking in the light around,
Then turning back to mother light,
Bellowed, sucked itself to ground.
There’s always one in beauty’s park,
Thinks it’s greater than the rest,
Yet, truly, in the course of things,
Only brings itself to less.
© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane