Power Untold

A teardrop once fell from the sky,

Way far from eyes that in a long-lost time had smiled,

On a small patch of barren earth, with nothing to show,

Not a whiff of life in it bespoke,

Into it, the teardrop of long-lost climes,

Sank, soaked up by the earth, thirsty for succour.

The teardrop, a hint of love it carried

In the salty depths of despair, a bit of little hope,

The tiniest littlest one could ever imagine,

Sprouted into a tiny sapling.

 

From the darkness into light it burst forth,

A green beacon of light and glorious life,

Growing in the sunshine of blessings and inner faith,

That knew no bounds.

A mighty tree stood in a few years on that very spot,

That had marked sadness and loneliness once before.

Oh! how faith and blessings work, children

Come from all over to play under the branches,

Many a weary traveller, it has saved,

Who have rested in its shade.

A glorious symbol of all that can be,

For her, him and me,

Walking on paths of life, searching for ways,

To make the best of what lies within.

A sprinkle of magic with power untold.