Just as a small plant Humbly bends down by accepting the moment. It bravely holds on To its roots of patience While, the enormous tree inflexible to the span of time Breaks down with Hardships And floats away Into the flood of bad times And then comes One fine sunny day And a small plant happily green sways in the wind reminds itself and us of A humble existence Among the adversity of life
Well I dont write frequently, i just write it when something strikes and I try to give my perspective. I may not be right all the time! But whats the harm in trying? :)