When I feel low,
The world is too high to reach Even on my tippy toes I cannot see beyond the feet Of those who walk fearlessly, boldly, freely The ones who are part of the world. 'Hello' My tiny voice shrieks But it's too small for anyone to hear Other than the ants by my side. Even the ants are too busy making the world their oyster With their tenacity and efficiency. If I was the queen of the ants, being low wouldn't be so bad. If I lower my head down I shall see what's underneath: There is a world here - And it's fearless and bold and free And it welcomes even the smallest of us. It's the world of the ground -- Where roots need to be planted For trees to be born. ***
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AuthorIn April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling. Categories
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