MY PRODIGY

The rolling of the stone a thump it did make
The downpour of the rain a flood it did create
The planting of the seed from it a tree emanated
Those which seems minute are meant to be nurtured
They will bloom and become larger than imagined.

The burning of candles all through the night
The gathering of stones all through the day
The separation of wheat from tares
Is it not all a facade of emptiness?
All is like the melting of the candle wax
Meant to be exhausted.

On getting to earth a cry it did make
By pulling and pushing through; impact I will to make
Every idea seems occupied already
Yet I can always exhibit a difference
There is definitely something to work on
To prove that I differ from all.

Loopholes covered with foot mats
Literally deceiving they are
The sole of scaling through is patience
Via patience there is observation, work and result
Solely I believe in me myself.

The rising of the sun takes a process
Same goes for the setting of it thereof
The realization of the worth took a process
Same goes for the be exhibiting of the worth
Fitting into it yet coming out larger.

Its in me
All that's needed is its expression
I live on me
Myself leaning on no one but me
Yet I console myself alone
That there is a silver lining at its end
If only I discovered quick and act fast.

BY
D-PRINCESS