Leonardo da Vinci

Born in Italy one bright spring day,
Is a prodigy or so they say.
His profession is still a mystery.
An artist, writer and inventor too,
A scientist who’s town is his name,
A dreamer who looks to the sky.

His childhood is promising.
His art is magical.
Astonishing apprentice of master artist Verrocchio.
Surely surpassing his master,
Painting angels on his masterpiece.
A dreamer who paints the sky.

A scientist he is as well,
Dissecting deer and rabbits.
Searching below the feathers of the birds
For answers unknown for centuries still.
Looking through organs, the first biologist.
Bold beginnings of wisdom.
But the bird is still a wonder to the man.
How does it fly?
A dreamer who ponders the sky.

An inventor he is as he looks towards the sky.
He sketches war machines and cranes.
Yet with each new invention he looks to the sky.
The bird he dreams of…
He builds a glider trying to fly.
Though it fails he still gazes at the sky.
A dreamer who reaches for the sky.

One dark spring night, the man dies
With wisdom yet untold and a bird that still doesn’t fly.
But journals, jottings, portraits, paintings, all remain for the curious eye.
A prodigy, an artist, a scientist, an inventor
Whose dreams of the sky live on.