For forty day and forty nights, you rode upon and Arc,
Animals traveling, two by two waiting to disembark!
As you peek out the porthole, at the sky's overcast,
In the distance, there is thunder and lightning's energy flash!
High winds blowing all around, with white caped waves about,
Your vessel rocking to and fro, as the family sleeps throughout!
Then suddenly there's calmness, as the sun graces the sky,
On the fortieth day you send a raven, who quickly says goodbye!
A few days later, a dove of white, after two days it did appear,
Nestled in its beak an olive branch, a treasured souvenir!
The branch, a symbol of dry land and vegetation too,
New land, new life, a fresh new start, as you bid the past adieu!
Written By: Sarita A. Milliner © 12/12/15
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