In this verse about flowers and nature, Elsy sees life’s lessons. A didactic poem with a moral exclusively for Different Truths.
The yellow poplar,
alias, the tulip tree,
stood proud and tall
flaunting its meaty blooms,
atop a bed of bona fide tulips,
with a little smirk on its lips.
The little bed of tulips,
sure, sensed the scorn,
but not a bit woebegone
played on its home turf.
Anon arrived a windstorm
twisting the trees in a twirl,
and the unassuming tulips
lay prostrate on the ground.
The storm’s adrenalin
done and gone,
the tulips spied
the puffed up poplar
deflated on the ground,
all snigger gone for good.
Mama Tulip bid the kids,
to remember the adage of elders,
‘Pride goes before a fall’.
‘Enshrine this beacon in your heart:
‘The clout of might
is whacked at its height,
the meekness of the modest
has no fright to fret.’
©Elsy Satheesan
Pic from Net.
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