Being a rock is, though not easy. Because he would keep the sting of a fierce sun shone. Because he will firmly prevent the strong waves roaring hit relentlessly. Because he will fight hard slave blew and struck with a try freezing cold. Because he would keep coming storm hempas constant grind and try to weaken the steadfastness. Because he will corroborate themselves so easily destroyed and can not drift. Because he’ll stand up for days, years, centuries, without feeling tired and bored.
Being a tree is a high-rise, though it was not easy. Because he will face tough to keep the embers burning sun every afternoon. Because he will bend preventing violent wind. Because he will continue to track the earth facing the roar of thunder. Because he will hujamkan strong roots for support. Because he would keep trying to euphoria rain demolished. Because he will always give the fruit a sweet and filling. Because he would provide shelter for birds that stop at the branch. For he will give shelter to shade leaves.
Being pope is, although it was not easy. Because with a little motion, it will vibrate the end of the ocean. Because of her scary enemy will try to interfere. For her silence will make a calm sea and everything in it.
Being pope is, with all his manhood, even though it is not easy. Because he had to soar through the blue sky. Because he had traveled to get to know the terrain. Because he had to fight the wind from all directions. For he must up into much without fear of falling. Because he had to return to the nest with food in its beak. Because he had to dive sharply clutching prey. For he must explore the horizon with the wing that runs fine wings.
Being jasmine is, though it does not seem meaningful. For he will give aromatic fragrance without asking for a reply. Because he was so white, as if no defects. Because he was not afraid to face the wind with a tiny body. Because he did not hesitate to face the rain that made him wet. Because he never was envious of breaking fresh roses. Because he was never ashamed of sunflowers towering. Because he was never lower themselves to elegant orchids. Because he was never envious of tulips, colorful. Because he was not afraid because it understood the nature of withering life.
Being a pearl is, although it was not easy. Because he was in the deep ocean floor. Because he was so difficult to reach by human hands. Because he was so precious. Because she was so beautiful eyes. Because she still shines despite drowning in a black puddle.
Becoming a butterfly is, although it was not easy. Because he had to go through difficult processes before him now. Because he spent a long meditation without feeling bored. Because he was hiding and refrain from all that fun, until then it was time to get out.
Coral will encounter rain, scorching sun, storms, waves, too. The Eagle will penetrate the layers of the sky, up into long, high flying and never tired to continue to roam the expanse of its wings. Pope will thrill the ocean with little movement. Trees will face the lightning, heavy rain, sun glare, but always trying to overshadow. Motel sincere ‘to always accept it, though also countless other flowers with all her beauty. A butterfly trying to survive, despite moments of silence is saturation. Not faded black pearls, although concentrated in the environment surrounding the left-right, front and rear.
But now be strong in all exams. Eagle become tougher, do not ignore fatigue when flying over the horizon spans billions of pounds. Pope became stronger with the big wide body in the ocean. Remain a shade tree while he was facing thousands of distractions. Jasmine be wise with a roomy chest, and it looks beautiful with all its simplicity. Pearls still shines wherever she is, wherever he is. Butterfly world brightly despite facing a long struggle through the loneliness.
“Being yourself … whatever, give thanks always. Because you most know who you are. Because you believe your strength. Because you realize your weakness.”
Be the solid rock, the mighty eagle, the great whales, towering trees with strong roots, which always jasmine scent, a beautiful pearl, butterfly, or whatever you want. But, be aware to keep your servanthood …
