THE COST OF A FIGHT

 

In a beautiful garden of exotic flowers and fruits, 
Emerged from the soil, a tiny little shoot. 
Bearing two small leaves on each side; 
he looked around the world with surprise. 
Greeted by the smiling natives of the garden 
His own gentle smile started to widen. 
Days went on, the tiny shoot sprouted more, 
enjoying the warm sun and showers the clouds bore. 
He listened to the tales as told by the sun 
Exclaiming excitedly, "Oh! Travelling is so much fun!" 
He loved to chitter chatter with clouds and the raindrops, 
Curiously questioning about their journeys up. 
Their bonding was so strong, it felt like a family; 
The sun visited daily, the clouds occasionally. 
Slowly and steadily, the little plant started to grow 
with sun and cloud's equal and balanced role. 

Then suddenly,on a warm summer's midnight, 
unexpected, the clouds came covering the moon bright. 
All the night long, they stayed 
Loud roars and thunders, making everyone afraid. 
Up came the fireball in the morning 
Alive and fresh, ready to be shinning. 
Confused he was, seeing the guests undesired; 
"What's the motive of your visit?", he enquired. 
The clouds called, "He needs some water" 
Sun crossed, "He seems full of vim and vigor. 
What my dear needs is some sunlight, 
To make his day even more bright." 
Furiously, both gazed upon each other, 
Stormy and enraged, they started to fight one another. 
Clouds showed off and rained extremely, 
the sun swelled up, shinning brightly. 

The little green plant amidst of all, 
was scared and scarred, felt 'twas gonna fall. 
He tried to stop them, tried to speak 
yet no voice came out, he was very weak. 
Clouds rained even more, 
trying to up their score. 
And sun shone with all his might, 
To prove that only he was right. 
The feeble plant dried and drained, 
Because of this 'violence', again and again. 
His roots lost the soil's hold, 
He started to tilt, started to uproot. 
Unaware and unaffected by his plight, 
the sun and the cloud were busy in their fight. 
Momentarily, the sun peeked down; 
To his horror, the lil plant was was lying on the ground. 

He gasped, reduced his hot white flames 
But time ran out, now any effort was lame. 
The cloud stopped and saw too 
The result of the fight between the two. 
They tried to revive him, to bring him back; 
to ask for his forgiveness, for the maturity they lacked. 
They balanced their powers and their effect again 
the sun became warm and the clouds lightly rained. 
Each looked down, regretting what they had done, 
just to prove their dominance, to see who'd have won. 
Their show of powers, cost them a precious life, 
He was so little, beautiful and so naive. 
The orange grieving sun hid behind the overcast, 
The clouds rained all day, both of them defeated at last.