A Small Baby

A Small baby, Tiny and frail Deserted he was By all his kith and kin Wandering the world Alone and pointless. No compass to guide Him no destination to Stop him he went With the wind And ate with The mud Saving Himself From Withering out and Vanishing he survived with just the will To make a difference after a long journey In the world wild and harsh he could Not stand nor sit nor move ahead After all, he was Tiny And Small Weakened By all The Nature Too Crumpled him With mighty cruelty tyranny of The sun made him flinch the ruthless wind And rain had him drench and drown The frail little baby could not Move Anymore He Was Stuck In The mud Helpless and isolated His energy gave up but not his will... He wanted to live and make a difference... He drank it all… The mud and the sun and the water Which conspired against him then made him alive again now... He woke with renewed vigor and grit broke the tough earth and sprouted up The sun and earth and water all gave in and the frail little baby grew Heading straight towards the soaring skies... He was no more weak and helpless Deep into earth and yet high into sky... Humble and modest and generous as a sage... Though courage and strength and might of warrior he has... 19 December 2016 For Contest: Concrete Crush by FL Thomas