Parched was the sky
scattered with puffs cottony
the blazing heat ball piercing the horizon with raw agony
yet the farmer plowed the land
and toiled and bruised, drenched in sweat
heavens up above gambled
and strings of silvery clouds won the bet.
Unhurried and carefree, wandered the little child
o’ what fun are the swings, he screamed in delight
dreading to leave mom for the first day at school
wailing and kicking; the child reached the class
the teacher gave him a toy, and his fear shattered like glass
seeing all his friends, the toddler stopped crying
he finally smiled, and the tears were drying.
The flowers wouldn’t sell today
no matter how hard the old woman tried
the voice of her starved children rang in her ears
the poor mother silently sobbed and cried
shortly after, a young man bought them all
whose mother was seemingly ill
the poor lady flashed a toothless smile
and every week they went on and on with the drill.
The bride stood anxiously before the mirrors
nervous and tugging at the gown’s folds
her father comforted and kissed her forehead
that seemed to lessen the jitters
he then walked her down the aisle
to help her start a new chapter of life
his cute little girl was now somebody’s beloved wife.
The bird had gathered feathers and sticks
picking the silky filaments of the forest
crafted an abode with threads of sweat
a fire erupted in the greenery
and threatened to put it in misery
that’s when the clouds showered the land with rain
the fire was gone and gone was the pain.
When everything turns gloomy
and all you feel is sorrow
someone, somewhere is watching over you
for you and your better tomorrow
so thank the Gods and do not abandon hope
for you are being watched by the celestial telescope.
…now that you’re here
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