The Song Of White Heron Poem by Kinsley Lee

1.
To the valley where crows are quarreling, white heron, please not go,
In the quarrelsome crows, they're for fear of envying your whity glow.
Your pure form with a bath in pristine waters, will be tarnished by crow.
(9th, Sep.,2023, Kinsley Lee)


2.
To the valley where crows are quarreling,
White heron, please not go,
For amidst the quarrelsome crows,
They're for fear of envying your white glow.
Your pure form
Which've bathed in pristine
Waters, would be tarnished by crows.
(9th, Sep.,2023, Kinsley Lee)