Posted in Poetic Driblets

In Our Own Path

  
In the distance a pod cracks open.

A seed falls out.

And floats to land on soft ground.

Rain falls it germinates and a tree grows

Digging it’s roots and spreading it’s branches.

Seasons come and go

Flowers bloom, leaves fall

Some branches are cut off

It floods, there’s a drought 

Years and years pass by and the tree flourishes

It smiles in the sun and gives a weary stranger shade

Other trees grow around it but it doesn’t alter it’s path

It doesn’t move when other vegetation encroaches on it

It doesn’t feel threatened.

It’s remains defiant were it stands.

So maybe we should be more like nature.

Flow in our own path and try less to fit in.

Remain original.

I mean we are created to be different after all.

Tee

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Author:

Poet |Fiction Writer |Wannabe Comedian |Food lover |African |Zimbwabean

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