The egrets are a dazzling sight,
Statues of grace, stoic and snowy white,
Impressive wingspans stretching so wide,
When they spread their wings as they take flight.
Wading slowly or standing stock-still,
Foraging in marshes and mud flats,
They strike with a jab of their long bill,
It’s a joy watching them in their acts.
Like ballerinas so full of grace,
Dancing around in golden slippers,
Gliding through the air with dress of lace,
They fill me with a sense of wonder.
Wow… Getting better by the day. Congratulations nature poet.
Thanks, Tingang! The sifu is closely watching the student, haha!