Under the guava tree...

Secluded by forged promises of an abundant harvest… we are tired!!!

Tired of over doing nothing
Tired of being the smallest fruits around
Tired of being disregarded by the shadiest, fruitful, yet imported trees
We want better, better yet…
We demand better
We should get better
But we can’t have better
We don’t qualify for better
So this guava tree is just perfect… for now
It is not the best but at least we have a good view of the garden, right?
Right! But I want to fall from it
I rather hit the ground and hope of a starving by passer
Than in the comfort of this biodegradable walls you call leaves
But we are not ready yet
So lets get as much sun as we can
Shower ourselves on the predictable unexpected rains
And enjoy the beautiful view as we mature
Then my friends…
Then we can jump off this tree
And kiss the seemingly protective leaves goodbye
No more jealousy for the bigger trees
No more craving to be a different fruit
No more holding on to the nothingness
Be patient my friends, the time will come
But until that day comes,
We should enjoy our beloved guava tree