When a tree gets cut down,
Do you hear it complaining?
When a river is dammed,
Does it moan its life away?
And when a garden is tidied,
Does the world stop in its tracks
For every weed that lost its life?
Then what does it matter in ours,
If no one cares about their lives?
The world continues to live.
A chair is made.
Electricity produced.
Flower's life saved.
Life goes on.
The silver lining does exist.
Sometimes you don't even need to
Look for it.
Sometimes the event
Is the outcome that was needed.
The need for complaining,
When the rest of the world goes on,
Becomes null and void.
So hush, my love,
Just remember that
Tomorrow is another day,
What's in the past is gone.
Who knows what wonders await you…
Things remain in their transformation from one form to another. Economy of life. Such wisdom and insight for one so young, Gillzy. I have much to learn from you. I still enjoy baying at the moon, letting my wretched howl pierce the sky. But yes all things continue, so does life, though things, people and ideas may pass. Cheers, my friend. Rob
This is an inspiring and beautiful piece, so eloquently written and delicate in message.
I enjoyed reading this very much, you have brought a smile to my (complaining) face lol :)
This is perfect poem for me to read at this time. This is wonderful motivational poem. :) Such inspiration.
When a tree gets cut down,
Do you hear it complaining?
When a river is dammed,
Does it moan its life away?
And when a garden is tidied,
Does the world stop in its tracks
For every weed that lost its life?
the first stanza is outstanding. It grabs at your collar and shakes whatever sadness thats in the heart. :) We must move in life and not mourn forever.
I like this piece alot. "The silver lining does exist, sometimes you don't even need to look for it", that's absolutely true. Hope is what sustains me when all else fails.
Things remain in their transformation from one form to another. Economy of life. Such wisdom and insight for one so young, Gillzy. I have much to learn from you. I still enjoy baying at the moon, letting my wretched howl pierce the sky. But yes all things continue, so does life, though things, people and ideas may pass. Cheers, my friend. Rob
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