Never had I seen such a sorry site..

Trodden over by hooves, paws, wheels and claws.

What not had the poor twig suffered.

Trampled carelessly; noticed rarely.

The twig was nothing but a twig after all.

Puny, some may call it, meek for others.

I could not help but wonder.

Why did the twig bear it all?

Why did God made it so small?

No answer I know I shall get.

As the truth is, there is no answer to it.

But among the huge trees that the meadow held.

Among the fragrances in the air that I smelt.

Around the peace of sound with which my heart felt.

I could not keep my eyes of the twig.

A rabbit hopped on to it and went away.

Mercilessness of nature showing its blunt way.

My heart wept and the tongue tied.

I pitied the twig with all my might.

Then the twig stood and stood erect.

Looked at me, smiled and shrugged the pity.

I stood there amazed and dazed.

Nature was not cruel after all.

Twig was small as hell.

Twig was fibred to strength.

And it stood there as it for long.

Staring at me telling me to go along.

Life takes its care itself.

It is me who need the path.

It is me who need the strength.

It is me who needs to be the twig.