Jan 2018
Secret life
A seed tossed out because no one knew the value of it..... left to be eaten by animals ........
The wind ..... Felt but not seen how amazing .... Came across this little seed ...
And thought useless little thing and because of its pride.....cast the little seed from its path....
But that was the beginning of beauty...
The sun rose one morning rays of beauty and charm filled the faces of every living creature ... Saw this little seed and felt sad ...
It was all alone ...the sun decided to share its lustful rays .....every morning as it rose it would share its warmth With this little seed....
In a few days this seed grew into a little rose bush ,held with beauty , every eye that beheld its beauty was left astonished.....
The sand embedded its grains tightly around this rose bush ..... Feeding its roots that went deep into the depths of the earth in search of the best ......
The clouds looked down and beheld beauty that it has never seen before.....
And decided that it was going to give this little rose bush all the water that it needs....
Time took hold of the days and turned them into months...
The little rose bush grew beautifully ,the thorns would protect the blossoms and its branches from whatever may try to harm the very body of its life...
The wind blew by one evening remembering the little seed that is now the most beautiful sight.....
Furious and filled with anger... released its wrath upon this little rose bush... It was going to destroy everything that stood in its path.....
The wind blew with its might ...beautiful I say but deadly.... Trying to up root the little rose bush ....the leaves of the little rose bush clung to the branches the ,the thorns formed a shell over the the roses ....
The stems bent to the ground because of wrath of the wind... Forcing them to brake but the stems refused .....
The roots grew larger and went further into the depths of the earth ...... The sand refused to be broken..... it held on to roots With all its might
The wind blew and blew but the little rose bush was still standing more beautiful than ever.....
The wind exhausted and stained with defeat ,anger and pride gave up it's fight against the little rose bush charmed with unimaginable beauty ....left the little rose bush and stormed away....
A.Jackman
A seed tossed out because no one knew the value of it..... left to be eaten by animals ........
The wind ..... Felt but not seen how amazing .... Came across this little seed ...
And thought useless little thing and because of its pride.....cast the little seed from its path....
But that was the beginning of beauty...
The sun rose one morning rays of beauty and charm filled the faces of every living creature ... Saw this little seed and felt sad ...
It was all alone ...the sun decided to share its lustful rays .....every morning as it rose it would share its warmth With this little seed....
In a few days this seed grew into a little rose bush ,held with beauty , every eye that beheld its beauty was left astonished.....
The sand embedded its grains tightly around this rose bush ..... Feeding its roots that went deep into the depths of the earth in search of the best ......
The clouds looked down and beheld beauty that it has never seen before.....
And decided that it was going to give this little rose bush all the water that it needs....
Time took hold of the days and turned them into months...
The little rose bush grew beautifully ,the thorns would protect the blossoms and its branches from whatever may try to harm the very body of its life...
The wind blew by one evening remembering the little seed that is now the most beautiful sight.....
Furious and filled with anger... released its wrath upon this little rose bush... It was going to destroy everything that stood in its path.....
The wind blew with its might ...beautiful I say but deadly.... Trying to up root the little rose bush ....the leaves of the little rose bush clung to the branches the ,the thorns formed a shell over the the roses ....
The stems bent to the ground because of wrath of the wind... Forcing them to brake but the stems refused .....
The roots grew larger and went further into the depths of the earth ...... The sand refused to be broken..... it held on to roots With all its might
The wind blew and blew but the little rose bush was still standing more beautiful than ever.....
The wind exhausted and stained with defeat ,anger and pride gave up it's fight against the little rose bush charmed with unimaginable beauty ....left the little rose bush and stormed away....
A.Jackman
