Feeling Alive

Bowing in reverence

To the morning breeze,

That blows through

The very tops of trees.

A smile on the farmer's lips

As he surveys his work,

Hands on hips,

For once,

He feels carefree and bold,

Yonder lies a field of yellow and gold.

And so stands the sunflower,

In its field,

Grown in its multitude,

For the precious oil it will yield.

A single, a thousand,

In the field, they all look like one.

Like one living being,

Basking in the sun.

The sun gives them life,

States the scientific find,

And to that will agree

Any logical mind.

But looking at these flowers,

Dancing in the breeze,

This is what my heart,

Not my mind sees,

This is what it believes:

'Tis the wind that gives them life,

makes them prance

and dance

with life.

Without the wind

The flowers look more dead,

Than a man with a missing head.

Hence there is more to life

than life itself.

But this lesson seems to have been

Buried away,

On a very high shelf.

This is the lesson

I have learnt from the breeze,

That rustles through

The high above leaves.

There are things that

Do not give us life.

But play their part

In making us feel alive.

~Rishabh Gulati~

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