The World Is Your Home
There are roses everywhere, my child
Yet, you should be careful of the thorns they carry.
There is sunshine everywhere, my child.
If you only learn to look through the clouds.
It rains on mountains and fields alike, my child.
Yet, there are deserts and droughts.
There is fear of God in everyone, my child.
Yet, there are felons and fraudsters.
There is love all around you, my child.
Yet, you should feel the one that's straight from heart.
Money can't buy everything, my child.
Yet, you will see that money rules you, me, the king and the slave.
There is happiness everywhere, my child.
Yet, you should learn to figure out the happiness within you.
Every human is good by nature, my child.
Yet, you should master the demons dancing in them.
You can run as far as you can, my child.
Yet, you should watch your step in every turn you take.
There are problems everyday, my child.
Yet, you shouldn't rant about troubles, rather talk about solutions.
Come my child, come into this world soon.
I'm waiting for you with all my heart.
I will not teach you anything, my child
Go, explore, learn and grow!
I'll watch you and caution you at times.
But the world is all yours, my child.
Make it your home.
Copyright © Swetha Vangaveti | Year Posted 2022
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