Treasure Island



What are we? what can we become?

We can be just snails if we want to,
But we can be sparrows too,
We must choose, we cannot just be silent
& undecided
If we choose to be snails
Then we will know what we want
We want a river and some palms
To plan our slow travels,
If we choose to be sparrows then
We at least know what to do next,
We shall grow beaks, and wings, and
Soon we need the sharp claws too
To defend ourselves

At least we also know what we need,
Just nests to lay our small eggs,
Twigs of trees to rest upon
Our weary bodies,

We choose what we are
To become what we can be,
We start on that decision, and then
We will see what suits us
To be the best from the rest,
Who still ask

What are we? what can we become?

Submitted: Monday, February 16, 2009

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