She waited near the little pond
With smartly up-turned beak
While below her in the crystal water
The fish played hide and seek.
The sun was rising steadily
Above the azure sky
At every creatures resting place
Its shining rays did pry.
Unmindful of the brilliant sun
The little bird did fly
Emerging from the water-wet
In her beak she held a fry.
Back she flew upon the branch
And settled down again
Her splendid plumage standing out
Like a sparkling blue flame.
For many hours she waited there
And sometimes, she did dive
For every hunter has to hunt
In order to survive.
That day among the trees
I watched her at her work
And learned behind every law of nature
A valuable lesson lurks.
For oft in life we need something
And waiting seems absurd
Let us take a while to think
And imitate – the patience of that bird.
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