With The Love Of The Sun Poem by Apuna Rato

Ripened from the different pistil,
Nurtured at the different mountain,
We watched each other’s wings
Grow from the distance.

Then came the spring
With promising wind for new life.
Much to our delight, we dispersed
From the mother-plants.

The forces of nature
Laid us in a fertile ground
To germinate and to grow together.
There, we watched our seed coat breaking.

But then came the summer.
The sky opened so wide
And poured down the rain
Along with thunder and lighting.

We were young and
Our roots lately rooted.
I eroded with the earth I was seedling
For my ground was weak and sloppy.

So now my rooted are rooted in the foothill
Growing without much light to my dismay,
Envying the one standing firmly at the top
And growing with the love of the sun.