Disguise Poem by Erick Cortez

How can we answer the riddle if we are clueless in this life? How can we face the world if our root was shallow? How can we overcome life without a rope? Can we ever beat ourselves? Can we?

In a one woody place, there was a young tree standing and wondering if he can survive the storm coming through, he cried as he knew that he cannot endure such a thing like storm, he knew that storm can break his branches, can scatter all his leaves and maybe put him laid on the ground. He cried for this trial is more than he could do, as his tears falling to the ground he notice the small ants, he watche as the ants carry there foods. They are helping each other, as they work with there colonies extending their mighty strength. Then he said to himself, 'I want to be an ant, I want to be as strong as they carry their future.'

One morning as he woke up, he notice the birds playing around and jumping over his branches as they sing, then the birds fly to hunt some of their foods. He smiled and said to himself, 'I want to be a bird flying to their very dreams that even the wind couldn’t resist as they fly. They only dance with the wind of trials and pursuing as they reach their goals.' As he watched the birds flew, he noticed the dark clouds seems to carry a heavy rain that could destruct all things that living, then again he said to himself, 'I wish I am you, for I can carry such a heavy rain to water every forest and of every tree, to nourish all the dry lands and to ease thirst, but not to destruct the living.'

Then the wind started to get wild, it seems the storm has come, the rain is bursting that every little drops of rain seems to pierce you enough to make you cry, his leaves scatter and his branches break as he knew from the very start, he couldn’t survive the storm. His trunk laid into the ground and he knew that later he will die. As the morning comes after the storm, he find himself laying on the ground, he cried and said to himself, 'I was one who doesn’t believe in my own strength, that’s why I can’t dig deeper my roots under the ground. All I can do now is to wait until someone finds me, to cut my trunk and burn into the furnace or maybe cut in halves to be a timber.'

One morning as the tree laid to the ground, he noticed the tiny little green leaves on his trunks, again his tears falls to the ground, truly that God gives us hope to stand up again, to learn every lesson that he gave, to be contented, to call upon Him and to thank for every littlest thing that we have. Sooner I stand again and have fruits to share, and to scatter my seed to every people to know the lessons God teaches me….