Little Rhea had many dreams To go off to a far of land, surrounded by mountains with singing rivers and streams To sit on the mountain top and ponder on the many marvels of the world To sit by river and write beautiful poems to touch beautiful souls To teach little children to read, write and dream of a life beautiful and full of wonder
Little Rhea had many dreams To leave her small town for a big city To travel to the far-off lands, to visit many countries and cities across the world To sit on a tall tower in a position of power With her power she would create a better world, she dreamt
“Oh, you must be someone of position and power”, she was told She studied hard, worked harder, and slowly inched her way up the tower Reaching the top is all that matters, it will give a new meaning to her life, she thought Once on the top she was precariously perched, caged in lonely rods of futile power She tried very hard to make a difference, but was torn between position and power The material life and its glamour and glitter, kept her away from the dreamy mountains and singing rivers, from the little children who were waiting for her to teach them to dream
Many a night she would lay awake for hours, trying to figure what Rhea really wants She has achieved so much – power, position, wealth, can she give up all up for a childhood dream A gentle sigh would come out of her lips, “Someday I will. I will go to the quite mountains and singing rivers and write the unwritten poems and sing the unsung songs… Someday I will…”
Beautifully written. And the sad reality of life it is. Torn between position and power. We wonder how we landed here? And what did we actually aspire for ?
Beautifully written. And the sad reality of life it is. Torn between position and power. We wonder how we landed here? And what did we actually aspire for ?
Let’s reach for our dreams…
Beautifully expressed !
Thank you 😊
This is so beautiful!
Thank you 😍