The Creator
I decided to write a poem one day, so here it is:
Far inside the forest deep
There lived an ancient tree
Gnarled, twisted, hard as bone,
Old as a century
Far beneath the gnarled tree
Shining like great gold
A blooming field of flowers
Only a fortnight old
When people came, from far and wide,
Strolling past the knightly tree
Every living eye was turned
To gaze at the lilies
When winter came, the giant freeze,
The tree was unconcerned
It simply sat there, growing older,
With endurance it had learned
The frail lilies, so newly born,
Were gravely unprepared
Withering, crumbling, almost dead
So badly did they fare
The lesson of this story,
The moral that it lifts:
Focus not on beauty,
But on your other gifts.
~Lief
Tell me your thoughts on it!
Far inside the forest deep
There lived an ancient tree
Gnarled, twisted, hard as bone,
Old as a century
Far beneath the gnarled tree
Shining like great gold
A blooming field of flowers
Only a fortnight old
When people came, from far and wide,
Strolling past the knightly tree
Every living eye was turned
To gaze at the lilies
When winter came, the giant freeze,
The tree was unconcerned
It simply sat there, growing older,
With endurance it had learned
The frail lilies, so newly born,
Were gravely unprepared
Withering, crumbling, almost dead
So badly did they fare
The lesson of this story,
The moral that it lifts:
Focus not on beauty,
But on your other gifts.
~Lief
Tell me your thoughts on it!
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