We don't need arms of iron, but an iron will...
Sprout:
One last rain and the seed has burst
Out she yawns, a tender sprout
A lovely child, now she stands
Draped in green, unfurling out
She breaks the bricks and plastered walls
She cracks open the rocky earth
And as she sees the magical sky
Fills abundance where dwelled only dearth
Against all odds a little sprout:
A feeling or will, a longing or love;
Rises and rises towards the sun
And nests many a million doves
-Mx
If sad today, you could be happy tomorrow. These are just phases and they are meant to be.
What matters is that you keep your cool and not be jealous of some one you feel is 'better off'.
What matters is that you never be 'green'
HUES
Blue today
Pink tomorrow
Never green.
-Mx
Stagnation in life breeds dissatisfaction.
If you are a bud, blossom into a flower. We must all, 'grow'. But, at the same time, we must know that change is the only constant in the equation of universe. So when we count the blessings of those around us instead of our own and 'feel little' we must remind ourselves to be patient, as one day, even the palest of buds blossoms into the brightest of flowers!
BLOSSOM!
Don't you feel little, don't you feel green
Its only a fragment, the life you have seen
Soon enough, a new sun shall rise
Each moment is new, a fresh surprise
Look around, with only wonder in yourself
No blues no greens, not goblin not elf
The more you live, the more you must blossom
Into an elephant wise, from a tiny opossum
So cheer up, look around and see
For nectar of wisdom, as sees the bee
-Mx
Scared, he crawled as fast as he could. Without glancing back, he knew that the beast was up close. 'Just a few more inches!' He thought.
It was probably a lucky day, the little caterpillar reached a small hole in the branch just in time, leaving his winged enemy empty stomach.
'Phew!' He thought.
The bird peeped into the hole.
'You know I will get you. Why the fight! Huh' mocked the bird.
The caterpillar lay silent, coiled into the farthest corner.
'Get, fatter, you crawling little treat, I shall get you tomorrow, ha!' And the bird flew away.
The poor little caterpillar was frightened. He knew he could never go far enough to escape the wrath of the evil bird! Following this, he was upset. 'He is right, that monster of a bird. I am just a juicy treat. There is nothing more to my life than crawling up and down these branches!'
Following this, he was angry. 'Its your fault, God.' He accused. 'You make him big strong and also let him fly. While me? I am just a wretched useless thing, insignificant, mocked and hunted!'
He sat and thought about his misfortune.
While he thought he was meant to scale branches for the rest of his life, destiny had something else in store for him!
'Rest within me' he heard.
'Who is this?' He asked, shaking.
'Why, I am your mother tree!'
Confused, the little caterpillar lay silent.
'Trust me, you should trust yourself a little more dear child!' Spoke the mother tree.
'But that bird is right.' Protested the bug.
'Yes he is. You are a tiny child, he is a big one. But remember, you dont have to be what you dont want to!'
Seeing the caterpillar even more baffled, the mother tree said 'come here, rest, and let your destiny be welcomed by your optimism! You alone have the key, child'
Unsure, the caterpillar decided to listen to the seemingly wise mother tree.
A few days later, emerged the butterfly in full glory. He batted his lovely wings as he pushed through the wind.
'I can fly!' He exclaimed.
He went round and round and before he plunged into the unknown, he came back and sat on the mother tree.
'I thank you for everything mother.' He said.
She smiled. 'Goodbye, child' she spoke silently.
