Firdaus

She holds her morning cup of tea,

Walks in the green lawn,

Shivering a little in the cool breeze.

The dew has started to form,

Alas, Autumn is here.

And then a warm blanket falls on her

A blanket of words wraps her heart.

She holds it tight for a while,

Then ties it like a cape around her neck

She stands tall,

She stands with grace.

With her doubts all shunned

Her faith survives,

They look at her,

They see her wise

Here comes Firdaus

The Queen of Paradise!