I walked through a weary world
where broken branches bowed to the breeze,
and fading flowers feared the frost.
In the center stood a garden—
not of roses,
but of restless roots remembering rain.
A gardener whispered,
“Life is soil;
what you sow is what you see-d.”
So I planted patience
in patches of pain,
and hope in the hollow ground.
Soon soft seeds stirred,
their silent strength
pressing past the patient earth.
And I learned—
the cage was never the sky’s design;
it was only a lesson in wing-dom.
— Duru.G. Divine-success
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 3:45 AM UTC
I walked through a weary world
where broken branches bowed to the breeze,
and fading flowers feared the frost.
In the center stood a garden—
not of roses,
but of restless roots remembering rain.
A gardener whispered,
“Life is soil;
what you sow is what you see-d.”
So I planted patience
in patches of pain,
and hope in the hollow ground.
Soon soft seeds stirred,
their silent strength
pressing past the patient earth.
And I learned—
the cage was never the sky’s design;
it was only a lesson in wing-dom.
— Duru.G. Divine-success
“The Garden of Becoming is a journey through growth and transformation, where each word blooms like a seed, and every silence holds the promise of new beginnings.”