Thought of the Week
There was a young boy who tried to cover the sun.
“I will make it stop shining," he angrily said,
While his castle of clay melted slowly away.
He went to the garden, where the old tree rested.
“I could use some of these branches,” a thought aroused.
While one by one, he plucked them away with his hands.
The days came and went, while the boy was kept in sweat.
Hammer, wood, nails, and branches. The boy got it all.
While slowly underneath the shadow started to appear.
One slab nailed to another, that’s what time saw him do.
Some days the sky glared at him with blushing colors.
But the sun and melting clay was all he could see.
The last wood was placed. The vengeance soon rested.
But it was all too staggering. Too dark. Too late.
And then he realized that the sun wasn't the end,
but it was his friend.
