Tropical Splash
A-chatter in the curling fronds, the wet-leafed canopy, the ponds,
Among the tangled twining root of every vine-choked tree’s broad foot,
Wild birds spread out their neon wings in this green palace of such kings,
Shout to a sun that’s seldom seen, deep in this hot palace of green,
But bring a blaze that’s all their own, as bright as such a place has known.
Take flight! Take wing! Aim for the sun–race with them upward, every one,
Above the canopy, to see whether a sun can really be;
And if it’s not, let no bleak night deter a second from our flight:
Upward and forward, light or none, we always ought to seek the sun–
And if not found, our calling is that we must light these palaces.
Art-Colored Glasses 
Excellent artistry & poetry. Either can accompany the other. Whichever came first, matters not, as they are both colorful & fabulous…
Just like you, my dearie, just like you. 😀
Such a classical feel to this poem, Kathryn. Love its ‘message’, as I read it, that we should cast our own light on the world and above and beyond. Very very well done! Your artwork too, of course!
My birds are seldom anywhere near as believable or dainty as yours! But I’m glad you enjoyed this one, however artificial he is. 🙂