You laugh at them. You point your finger and call them a fool. Their silence amuses you, their gentleness becomes your joke, and the crowd joins your laughter as if kindness were weakness. It feels enjoyable today, sweet on your tongue like careless victory. Their patience becomes your stage, their humility your entertainment. But time is a quiet witness. It watches without speaking, It writes its lessons slowly in the turning pages of life. A day will come When laughter turns into tears. The echoes of your mockery will return to your own ears like thunder across an empty sky. Situations will arise without warning, storms without hands to beat you Yet heavy enough to break your pride. Pain will arrive quietly, And you will feel the trembling of a heart that once laughed too loudly. And that fool, that funny person you once mocked, may stand in the distance, not laughing, but witnessing your tears, your shaking voice, Your falling ego. For life has a patient way of bending the tallest p...
A fresh fruit rests in the palm of the day,
Washed by the sun, simple, bright, and whole,
It naturally feeds the body,
Just as calm ideas nourish the soul.
A fresh mind ripens like orchards in spring,
Clear of the bruises of worry and doubt,
From it, new thoughts and solutions will triumph,
Wisdom grows strong when the noise is shut out.
Rotten thoughts linger like fruit left too long,
Heavy with bitterness, stale with regret,
But a fresh mind stays humble, patient, and strong,
Ready to learn, to forgive, to reset.
As fruit gives strength and restores our breath,
A clear mind sharpens our vision and way,
It teaches us balance, kindness, and depth,
And lights the path for decisions we weigh.
So tend to your thoughts like a well-kept tree,
Let rest, truth, and curiosity guide,
For a fresh mind, like fruit, sets wisdom free,
And helps us grow gently from the inside.
© 2025 Gloria Penelope
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