I sit on the rough patch beneath,
Gazing at the raging waves crashing upon the unyielding caves,
Seemingly loud but silent,
Yearning to voice the unseen.
Perhaps, it wants the world to see; to flourish,
And wishes to flow in a near utopian world
Where its efforts are not left in vain.
For its gargantuan hands can help anyone, but never itself.
Gleaming gems adorn the gloomy night,
Floating about, showcasing their underlying might,
They are ignored by many, yet beauty they spread ;
Perhaps, it is accustomed to worldly ignorance that overshadows life.
For its gargantuan hands can help anyone, but never itself.
Trudging from the rocky wilderness that envelops me,
I look above at the oh-so wide expanse of dark blanket,
Then below at the bright-lit murky waters,
And whoosh! I am hit- with a wave of wonders
As to how fortunate the ants of the universe are,
Bearing limitless capabilities; quite often illuminated.
Yet, we cease to see our potential
And fails to see the guiding lights that awaits to be noticed.
Cause amidst the chaos of human strife,
We often neglect the true existing life.
But if we take a second to notice the world’s truth,
We can easily gain the tree’s best fruit.
For our gargantuan hands can help anyone, including ourselves.