One day when the clouds took over and blocked the sun for good
And the girl’s eyes rolled down tears the size of cotton wool
The puppy whined all day, waiting to be picked up and cuddled
While the world surged ahead in its cruel pace, not wasting a breath on anyone’s struggle.
One day she sat thinking ‘this is it; my life has seen its last bend’
Had she moved that crucial inch away from everything happy and gay?
Why then did the red birds stop flocking in her garden for grains
And the last violet streak of rainbow hide again behind a cover of cloud and rain?
And while she sat musing and the puppy waited, whining
Waiting for a peek of the rainbow or an arm loving
In walks a lady and wipes her tears and picks up the loving puppy,
Smouldering them with kisses and cuddles, creating with her wand, everything happy.
She paused and smiled and brushed back her grey curls
Framing her soft face with a grace unmatched
And the kindest of eyes from behind frames as blue as the night
Smiled at the girl and hugged the puppy tight
God resides in small acts, a sudden hug, a kind look
A fresh cup of tea, a steaming bowl of homemade soup,
A pat on the back for an achievement small
Kindness makes each struggle easy, as we live our moments, enthralled.
