A Turning About

A Turning About I thought life was an uphill task.Face turned Towards the West,head bowed I clambered on And on,one among many,seeking some Vaguely beheld trophy at the top. The cuts and bruises from impatient slips Were all,I thought,sure signs of normalcy, Till I saw some with unhurried steps, Unruffled looks that clearly marked them not Of the race and wondered at their strength. Invited for a sip,curiously I went and as I turned cup in hand To sit on a boulder,lo,in the Eastern sky Resplendent stood the Sun,the source,the glory Of it all!And then I understood The strenght of the softest bud,the measured Reach of the tiniest twig,the patience Of the aged wood,the rainbow shine In a lowly ditch and when I got up again To climb,it was only for a better view.