Life...

Around the sun, the earth rotate,

Never stops, tire or ever late.

Along the process, the seasons come,

Spring, Summer, Winter and Autumn.

Towards the right, the clock ticks,

Night and day, months and weeks.

Second by second slowly counts,

Year after year and never stops.

Down the mountain, the water flows,

Streams of water, a river they forms.

Towards the lake the water drains,

Along the way plantation grows.

Under the earth, a seed is put,

In the darkness to form the root.

To reach the light is the main goal,

Where growth happens and fruits yield.

In between the seasons, a child is born,

By whom and where we chooses not.

Bound to be a greater person,

At least the parent hopes on.

As a child you dream of who to become,

Young, innocent and full of life.

As you grow, a path you must choose,

And stand by that no matter what.

This is life, for us all,

People, animal, insects and even plants.

For all life is different,

And yet one goal of growth.

It will not be as easy,

For pains and struggles are all part of it.

Just as the river gives up not while making a way,

So should we not while chasing our dreams...