A Poem about a brave plant that emerged a winner!
My brother-in law and I spied a money plant creeper crawling on
A wall, with leaves so big, and darkest green in colour, larger than
Life! And we were filled with greed so to steal one strand to plant
So, the next day took we a knife hidden in a roll of paper on our
Morning walk, and when no one was looking, stepped with care,
And cut off one strand of the robust bright green money plant!
We carried our prize with great pride to watch it grow.
One strand I took with me to plant at mine own home, the other
One gave I to my brother in law. But alas! His did away wither,
While mine did languish and shrink till all that remained
Was a rotten stub poking from the pot!
And I wept to see how this robust plant had withered away,
In spite of all the care I had lavished on it; for to be away
From its brothers and sisters had robbed it of all its will
To live. So I left it, though I watered it oft!
Then one day did I see a bright green leaf poking from the
Rotten stub, and then another, and another, and then lo,
Behold, a tiny green plant emerged from the rotten stub,
Full of life, reaching out to the sky above!
So do I salute the spirit of survival in a plant separated
From its kith and kin, and from the almost dead emerged,
One so robust, a testimony of the spirit of survival,
A lesson for the weak, if a plant can emerge from
A dead stub, so can you from a life of defeat!
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