This is not a flag
It is a tall, proud, creature
With its wing flowing gently in the breeze.
We look up to this swaying creature,
As if its our God.

Our hearts spill and soar up to it,
Spilling bold, strong, colors
That symbolize our faith.

Pouring out of its heart, lies a message,
Sent to each and every one of us.
Whispering.
Telling how we are safe,
In the arms of this magnificent creature.
This is not a flag.