Poems + Worms Matter!

yassou! (hi in Greek)

Y’all… I’m definitely trying to post more often. I want to build my blogosphere and it’s gonna be quite the ride! Today I have a short collection of poems inspired by the nature around my home city- green, rainy, and even the occasional snow(!). Also, I have a dear story about saving an animal at school.

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Path of Colors

Blue and green is to be seen

around the way through the journey

into the bushes, out the trees

slinking through the path as a fox.

 

Crying Heavens

Every drip, every drop-

Every tearlet falling from the sky

belongs to the heavens who cried.

 

Fighting as Rain

When all that is left is panic and pain,

one must turn to the droplets of rain

that fall without worry, never halting.

Be the ones who keep calm, be the change.

Be the difference we’ve all been waiting for.

 

The last one was because of an experience that I had recently. It seriously rattled me, and I thought that the rain is a beautiful way to capture the essence of calm. When it’s just one of those blue days with rain pouring down, I admire and adore the rain. The rain gives you a reason to turn away from all your problems and watch it fall. It’s just incredible. Nature is incredible!

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Today during lunch, my friends and I were just eating, minding our own business, laadeeda, when we spotted a tiny thing crawling on the concrete, inching (more like millimeter-ing) its way to the grass that was but a couple of inches away. Immediately two of my friends (let’s call them M and V) and I were concerned and started hatching plans to help the earthworm.

We tried to put a leaf near the worm (whom we eventually named Squiggly. Don’t ask, it was M’s idea. She’s… something else.) It didn’t work, plus my hands were shaking. Hey, I was holding a lunch box in one hand and a leaf in another! V offered to help and while I was putting my lunch away, M ran to get one of those cutlery packs from the cafeteria. Ya know, those ones that come in a plastic cover with a straw, spork, and napkin?

Anyway, V wanted to use the spork to pick up Squiggly, so we tried…. It didn’t work. Squiggly kept falling off, so we had to try something else:

Que the maniacal thinking and musing!

We gave using the straw, M’s idea, a go: Squiggly curled his/her little body around it and we watched in anticipation, hoping that he/she would do it! It took a couple of tries, but Squiggly managed to wrap its body around and we gently moved it to the grass. It worked!!! We were all so happy even though all we did was move a teeny worm- but that’s because we understood that all lives are valuable, and a couple of minutes is definitely worth a life.

Thanks, guys, if you managed to struggle through this post! I have a beloved quote here, marking the end of February and Black History Month:

No person has the right to rain on your dreams. -MLK Jr.

And bye!

(I have a new send off now!)