written by pearl

In the middle of the day, when the kids

were rustling with the busy crowds: Ray

found some buds, He thought —“Maybe

I can sow them in the soiling mud.”

after with his father's help, he's in a mission

to sprout them as a proud child.

*

As days go by, his little hopes are

on the verge of ending now, “it's not

sprouting,” he said with a pout to his

father. Patience, my child! That's all

papa could say but if only his little

heart could handle the vain.

*

He's trying everyday, from pouring

water to giving them sun-bath; maybe

they need care too, little ray thought.

if only they would not weathering,

his implanting hope will glisten in

the rocking outcast.

*

The buds aren't getting big, what if

there's a bug inside: eating his baby's

cells— no! He can't let them go,

putting the chemical compost, he added

more soil, “One day it will peak its head

with grace,” he thought with a smile.

*

On a fine morning, Little Ray wake up

with a yawn, Oh my gosh— he forgot

to pour water yesterday; he jumped

out from the bed. Running in the courtyard —

He sees, his little buds are growing now

A seed of an entity is blooming.

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Eeh, it turned out as narrative — thoughts?