Not Every Grows
Not every Big is large and Small is short,
As every thinking tries to understand in full,
And Distance can be close when someone in it brought
His pure Destiny as somewhat magic Tool,

And, spelling Meaningless to all who’re less to mean
In Hopelessness tried without Trials, start
The Pathway to connect in Smiles the Sorrow’s Grins,
And to embrace the Minds in endless open Heart.

Eternity in Terms – a Morning Tide in Gloom:
“The mortal Living tried!” – a Sequence, chiseled in Stone;
Not every Reef you calls and every Step is doomed –
So strives to be a Seed the Tree that so high grows…