Stork

People mistakes me as a saint in meditation Sitting in the embankment of this lake with deep meditation they think, but actually not I am bound to sit just like that for a catch My long beaks and easy to adjust neck The inborn courage and concentration of mind Standing stern without a sound or movement I wait my prey in this lake the small fishes and crabs Still people think that I am in sleep or something wrong My destiny is to wait to the correct moment When the fishes and crabs come to the upperside Act with swiftness and taking my prey in my mouth The children enjoy much in my actions and beauty They say white is beautiful and stork is more White resembles for purity and straightforwardness Not always you remember I myself an example I sits in the embankment of this river for my prey In the slightest moment of movement I act What else can I do for my living that I am destined My eyes are half shut down you think but not I am concentrating my mind and vision to the water To see that my stomachs are full while I leave here What else tomorrow that I do not know Leave it to the future and its happenings unpredictable People mistakes me as a calm and quite poor stork But not actually I am, capable to do things in fast The children are my friends and they learn from me The primary lessons of life situations for a future I am a stork by birth and entitled to live in this world Don't disturb in my job of catching the prey from water.