On the dais a beautiful bud ,
In yellow and red was placed,
Up on the podium with a green stalk,
Posing a preamble to the talk,
Featuring a controversial issue.
Picking the Green subject,
As the convention’s target.
The guests were put to a resolution.
Of keeping the environment in a high estimation.
Promoting an essential significance.
Elucidating the risk of carbon emissions,
The speakers gave recommendations,
To minimise the ejections,
By resorting to traditional activities ,
Proposing a valid solutions.
Most buds do blossom.
Into a beautiful flower,
Certain others do die ,
Into the damp mud.
And perish .
Most ideas get lifted ,
And are converted into ideals,
Few others sink into oblivion,
Disappear with the years,
And die.
Every thing is like a bud,
A chance to win,
Is but an opportunity.
A frightening set back,
Is but a destiny.
In success and failure,
It is more so.
In life and death,
It is most so.


One reply on “Oh!It Is A Bud.”
The future of this bud of concern for the environment may be foreshadowed in the fight for the artic region.