O Crane

Heads veiled in immaculate white, Like cloistered nuns tanning in sun light; As the farmer starts plowing, Flock around, twenty of you kowtowing; Searching with your sharp eyes, Finding and pecking little warms and flies... Struggle to exist in environs hard, That does not, often, your rights easily award... Around ponds and lakes and rivers and seas, When they're full or in drought wheeze; You wait and watch standing on a single leg, Seem as though to the almighty beg; For your freedom of survival here on earth, Midst livelihood, often, gone to dire dearth; You do not seem to feel discouraged, yet, But, with the ecosystem amalgamate and get set...! Displaying elegance, loyalty, and closeness, Ambition, endurance, and progressiveness; Exhibiting your eternal youthfulness, You strive, struggle, migrate in sumptuousness; Living your life, here on earth, in its fullness, Like us, humans, you attain eternal graciousness; Beyond limitless skies you would fly away, Leaving behind this land-sea-ocean bay...!!! 16 March 2023