The Educator

Pillars of soft green emeralds rising,
Like solidified columns of sweet incense,
From darkness, moving into the light,
Night into day, obscurity into prominence.
Mother Nature’s busy network never stops,
Through veins of promises, building for the future,
Her buds appearing like roses, through the ashes,
When life seemed to fade, it came to be again.
My plant by the window smiling at the sun,
Taught me to never give up on hope.
As long as there is still a glimmer of life,
I will take her into my compassionate hands.
She appointed me her trusted guardian,
To watch over her through thick and thin.
I’m to be the one to control her fate,
The one to find her needs
And administer to them.
I’m to rise above my littleness
And grow into something of worth.
My plant by the window will be
An extension of myself, my exalted self.

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