I drift along with numerous others,
In various shapes and shades,
A thrill of flying over peaks
A beauty to behold
Hills await, a thirst to quench,
I carry a burden,
It opens up, streams of rain,
And blessings flow.
Pray do you carry a burden
Does it weigh you down?
Know this, when you are relieved
Of this be sure ,
Burdens become blessings.
I walked down the woods
And passed the geraniums,
Violet in colour, and
Delicately poised
Noticeable and yet
Not so ……
And then the old oak tree
Tall and mighty !
How do you explain
The simple petal
So gentle and mild
Can it compete
With the solid oak
In all its grandeur;
Yet they stand
To complement each other.
If the petal and the oak
Are here today ,
We too stand together,
Strong and weak,
With strength and beauty
Needing each other
From the rising to the setting
Life in perfect harmony
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