By Dalton
My Friday Egret
A harmless bird, of the white color,
A heavenly bird, of the heaven’s flock,
And she comes with a smile, joking
And walking majestically in between,
The herds, looking after them with,
Care, love and concern.
If there comes a day without the egret,
Then, it looks like a day without the herds,
One of the rainy, windy or snowy days,
With no hope of grazing in the meadows,
Even while starving of hunger,
But out of grazing meadows,
Because of floods, snows or winds.
In difference to a parasitic tick,
That hooks itself to the veins,
Of the living blood,
Of the calves and the smaller lamps,
Getting bigger daily of blood,
Thinking she is a savior,
While a blood sucking tick.
In the heavens though, egret,
Little peaceful white egret will,
Pass the “Sirat Bridge”
On the Friday assembly-Inshallahu, cos,
She is a symbol of nothing,
But peace, unity, love,
And true harmony.
Little Egret, symbol of peace,
The army of Pharaoh cannot,
Conquer your guards, cos,
You supplicated for the,
Steadfast Angels to guard your,
neck 24/7, so when you fly,
You are not a defeated egret.
Fly, fly Egret, fly!!
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Posted - 02 Mar 2007 : 04:22:39
