Praise Poem by Kenneth English

In the early dawn as the night leaves,
A quiet observance of a gaggle of birds
Somewhere tittering in the trees.
Peace in a sigh like a tardy waterfall
Or muddled wind from a still sky.
Insignificant am I, thankless and selfish
For not seeing the value of those crys.
A harmonic chaos of chemicals in time and space,
everything tossed in a flawed paradigm.
My earth mother, thank you,
It has been far too long since I gave praise.