A girl was she,
Childish kid - she used to be,
Who was ready to give,
Whatever you thrive.
I crossed oceans and seas,
For you to fly as us.
When I gifted golden hues,
You nailed it by turning them to blues.
Once I was your everything,
Now you own just something,
Sooner it would be nothing,
So that I wouldn't repent on anything.
Yet on touching a dry leaf,
Could still feel the greens that lived,
The simple story it revealed,
Ringing on my ear: felt like a relief.
The tree gave it all,
So that it could grow tall,
But forgot to save it from fall,
It gave its life on its call.
Just like you the tree,
Relied on me for free,
Now it's all done,
And those days are gone.
Out of so many wounds,
You will never get my bounds,
I spread my numerous goods,
For rooting so many woods.
When I was in your hand,
You got me into reprimand,
When I became the land,
You never sense the strength of my wand.
♋🔅❤🔅❤🔅♋
This is about the change that we all need in our melancholic days. I took the example as heartbreak here. It's suitable for the ones who became strangers due to loss of trust.
But the main idea is to convey:
See for the strength that you own and mock the ones that tried to mock you with your actions. All you should do is stand the problem
To face it bold.
Just like a leaf which was betrayed by the tree, yet it turns into sand and lives eternal giving hope to infinite lives! Same as that. We should do things that would make our presence eternal and vibrant and of course happy for ourselves. Upon lost things find your remedy.
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With love,
Yaris🔆