Growth Poem by nafisa baheranwala

In the midst of life there is death
And in the midst of death blooms another life..
A tiny seed has the capacity
To grow into a mighty oak
It just needs to persevere
And hold on with all its might..
The stages of growth are fascinating
Especially in mankind…
A tiny brawling baby
Can turn into a mighty superman
Given the proper initiative and nourishment
There is scope for immense growth
So take that first small step
And then you can carry forth..
We find four seasons in man's life too -
Spring - when life is budding
Summer - when he is in his full strength and capacity
Autumn - when he is fully matured
And finally - in the winter of his life
he can look back
either with sorrow
or with pride
depending on how he has shaped his life