Be What You Are

The frolic boughs of trees tremble, butterfly-latticed leaves flutter in the trail of summer squall, where the feisty forest plays with foliage. Don’t make your mind a sprawling forest of forlornness. In descending dismal dusk, with the flickering shadows of flora, let it sprint and play. The ballerina crests of waves roll, with pearls on pitching breakers under storm-splashed sky, with tempest tempo the sea dances. Don’t make your mind a still sea of sheet glass. On the surge of upwelling tides of the tumultuous times, let it float and dance. Perched niche of nest crashes, the scared chicks fly away, after the midnight storm the lonely bird soars in sapphire sky. Don’t make life a homeless bird of broken wings. In the threshold of splintered times from the ruins of wrecked hope, let it rise and fly. Quartz shine of sands makes mirage, frail face of cactus hope crumples in the cradle of dwindling dunes, the wasteland wind sings in the oasis. Don’t make your heart a desiccated cauldron of desert. The lilting lyric of emerald oasis in blinding surge of sandstorm, let it intone and sing. Be true to yourself, remain what you are meant to be. The mind will play and dance with the shadow of despair, the deserted heart will sing the song of ecstasy in sanguine oasis. The wrecked life will rise from the debris of distress, if you are what you are.