TO MATURITY

As ages grow every thing become mature

TO MATURITY

The long span, the branches widened

Hard, very deep and firm the roots.

Of twigs, buds, flowers the merry chirps

The lively, vast the trunk, contented. 

     Heavy snow, freezing cold, extreme drought

     Storms and earth quakes passed over

     Pathetic the days, earnestly survived,

     Preserved the fruits, satisfied.

Knew not the days passed, the growth

Turned to maturity, the golden period

The prime almost past, turn never back,

Firm with full spirit, the wrinkled youth.

     Feel not a frustration, nor a stagnation

     Refined instead, but to set aside the vexation

     New seeds come up, intensely watch

     The experienced, matured, the living legend.

sayed thangal

Reviews

[Daniel Sala]

You/I can tell you work with the land in your spare time, it's only getting up that close to a tree or plant that you see all these things, a beautiful homage to the things which (some of them) give us food. The words you use are so perfectly sparse yet fully convey the idea, a very enjoyable read.

[SAYED THANGAL]

your observations are so true, I like to work in land when get time, it's joyful

[Daniel Sala]

Hi, thnaks, Sayed, I sometimes do a little with tomatoes and things, some flowers, but not much, and you are right about it being joyful.