In the quiet calm composure

With lack of man's exposure

Details flush with tiny creatures

Nature's finest teachers.

For they know not, time clocks ticking

Boasting, bragging or nit-picking

Tiny feet must work together

growing feather after feather

Finest hours aren't spent worried

Flying out the door and hurried.

But dining, watching, keeping

Working, harvesting and reaping.

Spend some time and simply watch it

There is so much to behold.

For a pollen-ladden flower

Truly is a pot of gold.

20 babies!