In the midst of life there is death
And in the midst of death blooms another life..
A tiny seed has the capacity
To grow into a mighty oak
It just needs to persevere
And hold on with all its might..
The stages of growth are fascinating
Especially in mankind…
A tiny brawling baby
Can turn into a mighty superman
Given the proper initiative and nourishment
There is scope for immense growth
So take that first small step
And then you can carry forth..
We find four seasons in man’s life too –
Spring – when life is budding
Summer – when he is in his full strength and capacity
Autumn – when he is fully matured
And finally – in the winter of his life
he can look back
either with sorrow
or with pride
depending on how he has shaped his life
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Author:
safina (Pseudonym) (
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Comments6
So true! So are our lives lived out. 🕊🙏🏻
yes indeed, that is what i felt, hence shared
Absolutely beautiful, an enormous amount of wisdom in this. 🌹
not sure if it's wisdom - it's what struck me about life, so wrote about it
thanks for stopping by.
Very wise and true, my friend. Well done! 🌹👏
thank you for the feedback- as i have mentioned to fellow poets - it's just what i felt, and experienced, so penned it..
That's all we, as poets, can do. You are most welcome, my friend.
thank you - have a good day
You too!
Observation and aspirations fill this poem with words of wisdom. Very nicely stated in poetic form
thank you for stopping by, and your comments - appreciate it
Excellent.
thank you so much
Honest observations and how they see life, written in a wonderful way, enjoyed the read
thank you so much for the feedback.. appreciate it, as always
wishing to read many more of your compositions too...
You are very welcome
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