Dreaming.illustrations

I used to be a rose, so shiny and bright

So beautifully young, a pleasure for sight.

But time passed, the roots grew stronger

And with this change, was I a rose no longer.

Instead stood a sunflower, mature and kind

Of deeper confidence and of ripper mind.

However times still roll and changes abound.

Lastly, the sunflower was no longer found.

Another flower grew, its pedals so red

Like pained hearts and tears shed.

So frail stood the poppy fluttering in wind

Atoms of foggy thoughts struggling to bind.

Say what you will but on a closer look

Despite it all, the poppy still bore fruit.

We can be any flower, luxurious or rare.

We can have beauty or usefulness we share.

In many forms we live but each and every one

It’s precious to all and blessed under the sun.

There was once a koi fish living in a pond, down by the golden forest with lilies all around. A koi fish like all other, it might seem at first sight, of such beautiful color and eyes as dark as night. But why are the willows caressing him gently, with wavy arms and tears a plenty? This fish had a dream to stand on the land, a flower to be, away from the pond. No fins but petals adorning his body, no watery coldness but delightfully sunny. He was as determined as a fish can be, to set out next morning, his dream to make free.

“Don’t do it” - cried his sisters.

“Don’t do it” - cried the wind.

“Don’t do it” - wept the water clouded with tears for the fish’s foolery.

Their cautionary tales and desperate pleas, their love and their wish pressed heavily all night, on the little fish. But no thought he gave them and with the first light, he set out to seek the life he thought right. The road was full of hardship, each day more bleak and dark. Will he pay dearly for this foolishness of heart? Some like to think that, for such a fool he was, not to heed the words of caution and leave with just a splat.
But rumors go that deep inside a forest like no other, in time the most amazing flowers bloomed, their sight truly a wonder. Cause what is fool and what is wise in following your heart? To let the fears of others stop you in your path? Or live your life and not a dream, impossible as this may seem? What does ring true, for all of us may never be the same but “Are you the fool or are you the wise?”- the question will remain. When fears are high but dreams abound will you stay safely in your pond?