This work draws its inspiraion from a lovely song "In my veins".
The little sapling
that you planted yesterday -
will it be the same after a month?
The caterpillar nestled on
the green leaf-
will it be a caterpillar always?
The rain water on the ground
will be recycled into the atmosphere.
Does it remain there always?
White snow on the brown hill slopes
is at the mercy of the powerful Sun.
Soon it must go.
The dark veil of the night
must be raised promptly
by the gentle hands of the new dawn.
Planets too must shift
How else will they change our destinies, our lives?
Nothing remains the same.
Changes are inevitable.
Wisdom lies in graciously accepting them.
9th May 2012, 9:45 am