the serenity imprinted on the tiny Maya,
as it perches on the bamboo fence, near
the Acacia tree; as if, it doesn't have any
worry--not even a drop of doubt--about
where to get its next gobble of food.
its wings, relaxed, resplendent in its
open stance; the little bird, awaiting the
time, when it needs to fly off to some
other landing; just loving its own life,
trusting the Almighty, knowing His love.
the way it moves, in accordance to His
Will; never doubting the Power that guides
his small, vulnerable feet; it continues to
look at the world, for all to see; as if,
just thanking its Creator, for its life.
i wish that i could be like him--just being
itself; believing that God, with His
all-knowing glance, would know what
happens to me, as i partake of this minute
respite; fully convinced that I shall be fine,
because He loves me.
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