Born to Kill The Water of Sorrow

By Jaesryna Sachdeva

Andy the ant was on his evening stroll.

all the beauty around, he extolled.

that was when he saw the brightest green,

on a dead bark, the greenest he’d ever seen.

he wondered what it was,

he wondered how a dead bark could look so pretty.

it was green, but it wasn’t grass.

yet he found it even more beauteous.

it was algae he’d been enchanted with.

because it was full of bright, not at all hollow.

because it was born to kill the water of sorrow.

life in the spot where hope had died.

pride in the spot where esteem had cried.

an ocean in the spot where there wasn’t even a tide.

Andy wondered how, but he well knew why.

It baffled Andy, the ant.

told him that gloom wasn’t that bad.

and it brought in him the spirit,

that his tears too would someday grow alluring algae.

By Jaesryna Sachdeva