Painted Snake
Aaro stands still and sees
a snake among green leaves.
What she thinks, she becomes,
her eyes wide as new moons.
The painted snake moves without moving,
its path already chosen.
"I can make things real too,"
whispers Aaro to herself.
Each day she plants a thought
like a seed in dark soil.
Each night she waters it
with dreams that never sleep.
The snake found its way
through a forest of gold.
Aaro finds her way
by believing what can be.
"See how the artist made
this world appear from nothing?
I can do that too,"
she says with growing power.
Her hands now hold the brush
of her own making.
What she names, takes shape.
What she loves, grows strong.
The snake and leaves teach Aaro :
we become what we imagine.
Our thoughts create the path
where once there was just paper.
Today she draws her future
with colours bold and bright.
Tomorrow she will walk
into the picture she has made.
Copyright © Dr. Padmashree R P | Year Posted 2025
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