20/06/2021
Happy Father's day...
*_N/B: This is a Reo Undaunted Original_*
A father is a Tree!
Believe me, this is deep.
He starts as a seed,
So, from day one! He is hidden.
Under the soil he's left alone, he's left alone to find in his way in the dark.
He is expected to be fruitful.
To him, it means he must die...And die! alone in the dark...
Time past and he's forgotten. Forgotten by man in time.
In death His creator forges him with strength, and by strength bears his roots, finds he supply.
He pushes ahead reaching for light.
Yet in darkness, he's forgotten by men.
Daily his meat is pain, the struggle to live, the need to survive... Because he's received "something" from his maker, he's on a mission! he must prosper.
Finally, he breaks out! He can see the sun! Definitely he has triumphed.
However to his surprise. His greeted by competition, by thorns, by turmoil.
Now he has to strive, endure shame, and endure wiles. The victory in the dark can't be a waste of time. No! My Creator must in me delight!
He pushes further, farther he stretches his stem.
He lifts himself up, he spreads his branches.
Pain is now his norm and sweat is his reward.
He yet, is still forgotten by men.
Then he comes of age.
His bruised skin thickened by survival.
His branches broaden by denial.
No pain, no reward is his slogan!
He's made do with the resources in his might.
It's time to rest! but no not yet.
He reproduces.
What he has can't be all just for him.
He's designed to share it with the world!
And then! Comes ye the MEN.
They come with sticks to pluck his fruits down.
With machetes they chop out his branches.
The saws and the axes aims for his stem.
All to bring him down to his stump.
Thanks to his creator, his root is in the Source, with that he can be restored
He'll be reborn, he will triumph...
This is the plight of a Father!
It's not by gender, it's not by blood...
It's by the responsibility one has and have selflessly bore...
Happy Father's day once again. God bless you all.
