Adaptation Poem by Quaid - Uz- Zaman

All about pneumatophores of the aerial kind,
Of thunderstorms and thicket salinity,
Of bolts from the sky, dark and cruel,
Of the high waves, overlapping each other,
Of a new seedling that sets softly and grows,
Of sunlight and moonbeams that fall upon a new habitat
Each day,
Of myths and metaphors that tell the tales
Of sound and fury,
Of a new harmony with grace and glory,
A story uncut.