There's No Easy Way

Be it a scorching red hot sun, Or winter's frosty cold, Or under pouring monsoon heaven, A tree stands firm and bold. Be it a stubborn chunk of stone, Or a precipitate sudden fall, Or blocking her way a hilly wall, A river finds a way her own. It is only the human mind That an easy way would find— Or fall to a dilemma grey, But there's no easy way. Man suffers during birth, In death much as in life, Nary a lesson he learns still— That strife in life be the way rife. ___________________________________ Reflections | 23.02.2019 |