The scent of earth, reminds me of growth. Of breaking, turning, sweat on my brow. Of digging, of holes, that need to be filled. Of seeds, and of life. It reminds me, of water, now and again, every other day, or once a week. Of pulling, of weeds, of earth, underneath my nails. It reminds me, of waiting, of time, of patience, and then, the reward, of all your hard work. Of new life, of birth, of little by little, every day a little more, until all there is left, is to bloom!
Regal and Majestic, the white tiger roams the jungle, looking for that one thing he needs. Unable to accept the patience, he so desperately needs, he allows the green leaves, to scratch his coat, leaving a trail of cotton wool behind. His impatience forces him, to make mistakes, he otherwise would not make. The only way to his destination, is by waiting in the shadows, for that one prey, and that one opportunity. White tigers are hunters, who know what they do, but just like the white tiger, we can fail to camouflage ourselves, in the shadows of the jungle, and miss our most important meal of the day! But when we learn, to lay low in the bushes, of this jungle of life, in complete patience and focus, we will reach our target, faster than we could ever imagine.
Patience is a virtue, not easily learned, but too important, to miss out on.
The chestnuts fall wherever they want.
Acorns lose their hats in the process.
The maple collects its juice for the next harvest.
A squirrel hides his food in the grand old oak.
Unshakable is the tree that bears her fruit.
The cinnamon apples spread their warm perfume.
Sweet is the scent that melts my heart.
The autumn sky embraces the strong cold winds,
but the fire in the hearth keeps me warm.
When the honey sweetens the hot liquid,
the words of my heart are kind.
Now the green leaves fall down,
and in the raked pile I make snow angels.
Joyful is the heart that reminds itself to be young.
In expectation of the winter I look at You,
but the clock hasn’t moved the hour yet.
Impatient is the heart that tries to hurry.
In time the feet will triple over themselves.
The lesson of patience is an impatient one.
At the kitchen table I drink my tea,
as You fill my head with happy memories.
And in the warmth of Your touch,
I learn to embrace the blessings,
of an early autumn.