Savannah's Seasons Poem by Suraj Samtani

As the Sun rose,
The flowers stood erected,
The people wore their best smiles.

Exposed to the Source,
A special spring dawned Savannah,
As she danced to the tunes of nature.

Every moment she felt pristine.
To herself she was connected.
For her existence she was appreciative.

Naked afore the Rays,
An esteemed conviction enveloped her.
She became more sure of herself, & her life.

Confidently living out her highest potential,
She'd blindly thrust herself onto another,
Completely trusting all of Earth's creations.

Being the protagonist of her fairy tale,
She was filled with childlike innocence.
Her life was ideal. Her happiness was abundant.




This lasted until she met her nemesis: Reality.
Presenting her with an unread page of Life,
It obliged her to remove her blunt lens of ignorance.

The Sun had detoured.
Taking an unexpected break, it
Lost her to oblivion.

Thus brought down showers.
Drenching and flooding the barren.
Savannah swayed along, and fell.

In the dark soaked planes of no-man's land,
She lay in the terrain of complete strangers.
Even her clothes were insufficient afore the evil clouds.

Anarchy spread the land, &
Crime became the new norm.
Alas, Savannah learnt what others termed 'reality'.

Empty and alone,
She finally faced her own darkness.
She felt her own evil intentions rising.

Fending for just herself,
She learnt to live at the expense of others,
Suppressing away her divine selflessness.





Then, a Ray sparkled from above.
Illuminating the town, once again.
In disbelief, she re-checked.

Indeed, the clouds were clearing, &
The Sun had revisited.
The drought ended.

Still wet from the storm, Savannah
Watched as the Source dried her,
Draining out every ounce of acid.

As her confusion started to subside, &
Her dark ego returned to the Light,
She forgave the Sun for Its break.

The return of the Sun taught her a lot.
She felt even more appreciative of It.
In a renewed way, she now enjoyed It more.

Her ignorance became knowledge.
Her innocence became wisdom.
Her childlike playfulness became spiritual awareness.





In her complete acceptance and contentment,
She readied herself for after-dusk,
A much longer Sun-less period.

She understood It had to go,
Illuminate the path of others, &
Guide and support every living creature.

She felt happy for them.
She wished they'd use It well.
She knew they would be brighter.

She was now prepared for the eternal darkness,
When most things again appear blank, &
When beauty camouflages with the unscenic.

Not all will be rustic though.
Coming with its own thrills,
The night will now be enjoyed as much.

The moon will still shine,
The stars will still dance, &
The nocturnals will still entertain.

The towers will shade her like trees,
And reflect Light to her like lakes.
Barren yet complete, thus remains the Savannah.





Just like her.
Just like us.
Just like Life.