Milestones

In the middle of the forest lies a still and peaceful lake,
Summer, winter—all the seasons—left it sleeping or wide awake.
But in summer, when the beings would rejoice in warmth and sun,
There was magic on its surface; such a story—there is none.

Water lilies showed their beauty—oh, such splendour, such delight!
And the sunlight kissed them—tender, rejoicing in their pure sight.
Such a lively stunning painting was the lake in all its might
And yet—better, for it existed—a breathtaking work of art.

On the lake of such rare beauty lived a tiny, tiny frog,
Making music of its own kind—breaking silence day and night.
It explored the water’s surface which seemed endless for its size.
Every day, it ventured out there, as soon as the sun would rise.

Hopping on the water lilies, it grew tired rather fast,
For they had humongous, green leaves which seemed endless in its eyes.
And yet every day it ventured to explore their kingdom, for
Deep within, it was a being of courage—down to its core.

Every day, there came a challenge like no other it had seen,
Leaping higher, farther, faster, it explored the sea of green.
Every day, it reached new borders—every day, a milestone,
Such was the determination of the bold and tiny frog.

And with every leap of wonder came a cry of victory,
Every now and then, the music would come flowing joyously.
And the tiny frog’s adventure was a journey of the soul,
For it came to know the mysteries of the lake and of its own.

A journey of self-reflection, that of self-discovery.
Every leap would bring it closer to what it was meant to be.
In the middle of the forest, on the surface of a lake
Jumped a mighty and brave being whose spirit was wide awake.

– Patricia

Simplicity. Meaningful.