Life (Inspired By Charlotte Bronte)

life is like the sea that reverberates with the waves in the calm of morn, in the first light when a breeze freshens up every cell, builds up tiny waves the way ink brush creates ripples in water the painter dips into for his next masterpiece spring of life - childhood who every minute seeks a new adventure sweet or sour happenings that would spring up from the mighty ocean of the mind in later years for a poem or two life is like the sea when the strong wind begins to show its force unfurling the massive calm which this morning was a mirror of the clear blue sky growing up the innocent child makes his departure day by day from its new master signed to a tough new world world of the fittest the waves that toss everywhere the mind, the physique, ruffling the once gentle carefree joyous heart the onslaught of each wave that soon makes childhood a foreign element, some treasure island we leave behind to move to another this time giving us the angst a world pulling us from so many angles making this abode almost an inhabitable world the strong winds sweeping the sea in so many directions trails the wind, builds up a momentum to let go itself in a sigh, builds up again to let go itself in a sigh, our adult life so full new trials and tribulations we take zealously in our stride life is like the sea at dusk as the warm breeze blows the sea glows, glitters in striking luminuous lines brings us to a reminscent mood where we look through, reflect on our life savouring the ups and lows with equal delight as the coconut leaves rustling to a collected atmosphere life is like the sea old age the full moon that pulls in the tide dances over it wisdom that comes with age gives the septuagenerian something to celebrate shout about a bottle of vintage wine in his hands as he dances his way to church out of the sea of life inspired by Life LIFE, believe, is not a dream So dark as sages say; Oft a little morning rain Foretells a pleasant day. Sometimes there are clouds of gloom, But these are transient all; If the shower will make the roses bloom, O why lament its fall? Rapidly, merrily, Life's sunny hours flit by, Gratefully, cheerily, Enjoy them as they fly! What though Death at times steps in And calls our Best away? What though sorrow seems to win, O'er hope, a heavy sway? Yet hope again elastic springs, Unconquered, though she fell; Still buoyant are her golden wings, Still strong to bear us well. Manfully, fearlessly, The day of trial bear, For gloriously, victoriously, Can courage quell despair! Charlotte Bronte