The wall

Climbing up the clinging ivy

Seems easy to many

But when it comes time to start,

The wall is just too high.

Searching for chips and cracks

Seems simple to many

But when it comes time to start,

The wall is just too smooth.

Gripping with fingers and feet

Seems unremarkable to many

But when it comes time to start,

The wall is just to slippery.

But there are some who persevere,

Who try harder than the rest.

To them the wall is not to high, smooth or slippery.

They are the ones who make it to the top.

Draft 1 of one of my multi genre poems.

Lessons of Nature

As a bubbling creek of pure water

Hides the sneaky crab,

The honeyed words of a crook

Shrouds his wicked pincers.

Learn from this lesson of nature.

As the sun's golden rays

Strengthen the delicate flower,

The careful guidance of a teacher

Allows his pupils to grow.

Learn from this lesson of nature.

As the sturdy roots of an oak

Withstands heavy rains,

The bonds of true friendship

Can survive any monsoon.

Learn from this lesson of nature.

As the toughened shell of the tortoise

Protects him from his enemies,

The stronghold of family

Shields one from his problems.

Learn from this lesson of nature.

As the black nighttime

turns into sweet day,

All all that is evil will someday perish,

And all darkness will soon become light.

Learn from this lesson of nature.

-Shivi

Wrote this after reading some panchatantra stories.

:)

Only just a leaf

I once thought I saw an autumn leaf

Become a butterfly,
When captured by the East Wind

Ever playful, ever sly.

It glided over valleys green

And into the sky so blue,

Passing over fields of flowers

Of every possible hue.

It fluttered over massive trees

Of flaming red and gold,

And flitted over passers-by

Strangers young and old.

And as the day drew near an end

And with a sense of grief,

The wind let fall its new toy

And the leaf was just a leaf

-Shivi