Our Destiny Is To Blossom (Sonnet #126) Poem by Tina Baaklini

Sometimes, as a seed, we dream of a new spring,
Because our destiny is to blossom;
Darkness and patience we'll be enduring,
Before we sprout into something awesome.

Life may not give us today what we want;
Success is the fruit of continual growth;
It's not a matter of a magic wand,
But of will, hard work, and facing the odds.

Bees and ants are our best teachers indeed;
We should never cease to labour nor sweat;
We carve ourselves into a masterpiece;
Falling or not, we must keep moving ahead.

The learning journey is never-ending;
At mountain's peak, a new goal is calling.

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