Story of a sapling mom
A storm wind comes and throws the seed away;
The seed survives
Longs for the rain patiently
The sky one day bursts apart
The sun strikes making the rain drops shine as a pearl
The seedling ?? rises up proudly ,Faces the sky
Leaflets wide open
The Sunrays create the rainbow ?? and life find its way through the darkest times .
She was waiting
To be heard
To be where she belongs to
Be idealized
Be herself
Thrive just like the seedling.
-Deepti
" It's a short venture into the golden fields,
where blank leaflets remain unpressed by the teacher of its province, the sole architect of conception that remains transfixed upon the gossamer harvest, that binds its influence in the tethering of its being. "
Alfredo Gonzales ©
veiny leaflet wisp
transported on a gentle wind
until she met a spider’s web
lacey floaty thing
imagined by a faerie king
caught hard and fast
dried and motionless now
a brown and crumbly thing
which had started out so hopeful
veiny leaflet wisp
disappearing totally
back into the earth
Today,
The wind brought to me a young leaflet
Plucked rudely by an unknown hand
Or by some juvenile beasts play-fighting after a rare bellyful
Or else by man in his aimless carnage
Carelessly lashing out on trees
Which knew nothing of his morning row with the missus
Who decided to call in sick at the height of her master's need
Or rather a meteorite in its blazing fall from the heavens
Happened on the helpless tree, making a carcass of this brittle leaf
What about the havoc of a sudden rainstorm?
Could it have toppled a baby leaf while leaving aged ones hanging on mother tree?
?
As the leaf floated lazily towards my feet
It awoke the words that father told me
That a young leaf may sometimes fall to the ground
Before an aged leaf
And there lives the irony of life.
as the baby leaf turns in the sun shining spring back in my eyes
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