To A Friend Who Is Cross With Me Poem by Akhtar Jawad

When I think My God is cross with me,
I further bow my head and I cry.
When I see my beloved is cross with me,
I activate my dormant wings to fly.
Hide me in the in the same green leaves,
That were used by Adam and Eve, and
I watch to learn how a cross fairy is dealt
Slowly and silently I arrive in a fairy land.
Leaving the garden when I am caught,
Frightened I think I shall never be back,
But when the fairy, also in green leaves,
Smiling beauty, gifts me a fancy pack,
"It's a book in that it's written in gold,
How to win again a friendship lost,
Beloveds we win back in a twinkling of eyes,
To win a friend back we bear heavy cost."