floating:
I want to resist…
But the current is too strong.
I want to get out of the river but it seems so hard,
For if I do so, I’ll be thrown to the banks,
will soon get dry and brittle.
That would just make me a lot easier to break.
I have no choice as of the moment but to let my self go with the flow.
I know I’ll have my chance, soon.
I’m like a grass,
I may not have the fragrant flowers,
the beautiful colors or the flavorsome fruits,
But I can grow anywhere.
I don’t even need a nourished soil…
I just have to do it in perfect timing.
I can grow anywhere.
Watch me!!!