Never Give Up!

While sitting under a tree, up so tall,

Which was once a seed, so small,

Whose roots were grown so deep underground,

Never to look back, never to turn around,

Holds the key to an uplifting shrine,

Which made the surrounding so peaceful and divine,

On the walls of this spiritual sanctum,

There were flocks of ants throwing tantrum,

Carrying up their food which seemed beefy,

But they never were taught how not to be cheeky,

My attention, my sight was all fixated

To the beauty of nature which was all internally aided,

Golden showers through the leaves dripping on my palm,

Brings about the feeling of being so calm,

Every tiny bit of this mystical ambiance casts its shade,

Makes me wonder what I've made...!