Through our eyes we see the greatness,
the perfect sight formed out of decaying
mess.
Started as worthless and ended being priceless,
what made this happen is the unseen
process.
It was on the same ground,
on falling in a pit, it was never found.
But soon came that very day
when it became determined on finding a
way.
It’s hands and feet pushed through the
mud,
blooming began, it was no more a bud.
It used all the resources it already had,
focused on its work, improved what was
bad.
While starting, the journey seemed long,
still no worries as it was calm and
strong.
It suffered and struggled but never asked
why,
just continued the work with hopes sky
high.
Every single day and night it did its part,
work was no burden but a true piece of art.
It enjoyed the present with no future and
no past,
continued creating things, forever which
would last.
Soon a villain came and tore it into half,
when it needed help, all it could hear was
others laugh.
It seemed as if it had been cheated
but guess what? It was never defeated.
With all its strength it grew again,
losing yourself……. it had felt that pain.
On sunny days, in the hot weather, it held
its head high,
giving shade to the villain while drying
itself without a sigh.
Finally, from the sky fell those angelic
drops,
which appreciated the work of all trees
and crops.
The tree still stands tall but the villain
is dead,
in complete silence some branches keep their
flowers over the graves head.