Every day she walked,
Watering can in hand
She smiled at the lady,
At the newspaper stand
Around her, the city bustled about,
And she loved her home without a doubt
Waving a hello to the boy on the bike,
She caught a whiff of the smoke she sure did dislike
Every day she walked,
Watering can in hand
She went around the city,
Showing love to the plants
Around her, the city danced about its way,
So she went up to the people and told them what she wanted to say
One by one, they started to make an impact,
All of it began with the smallest of acts
Trickling in were thousands of hands,
As everyone chipped in to save the land
Every day she watered,
But now she wasn't alone,
From one plant, a chain reaction had grown
The newspaper lady, the boy on the bike,
Together they got rid of the smoke they disliked
Where joy cascades, there once was gloom,
When she planted change, love had bloomed.
~Via
The sun doesn't care whether we watch it rise or not. It will continue being beautiful, irrespective of who is there to appreciate it.
Small acts lead to big impacts. One match can start a wildfire.
Ignite change.
Fuel a revolution.
Burn the negativity.
Be that match.
YOU ARE READING
Ivory
Poetry❝Ebony and Ivory live together in perfect harmony.❞ We can complain about roses having thorns, or we can be happy about thorns having roses. Storms don't last forever. Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see a shadow. A story needs a vi...
