The Dream Farmer

By Keerthana BS

Under the shadows of the rainbow, I have a farm for life. Here colourful flowers bloom as my

dreams. I will also have fruit orchards, which I will relish on as success.

First,

I tend my dry and hard land. With tillers of Determination, I till the soil, breaking every crumble and

discovering the land. Discovering my Passion.

I enrich this soil with the manure of mistakes. I mix them and correct as needed.

Above all, I add the elixir of life to this soil. My elixir of life. My Inspirations. I make my medium

rejuvenated.

Now I choose the seeds of my Dreams carefully. I handpick them from the depths of my Heart. I

carry them carefully in the palms of my Hopes.

I sow the seeds, deep in the earth of Passion that is rejuvenated by my inspiration. Well, everything

is just for the dreams to sprout.

I wait in time for the rain of Opportunity, Luck, and Love. I am aware of the untimely rains. Yet, I sit

there with an umbrella.

With the grace of nature, the dark clouds gather upon me and rain down as Blessings. Initially, as

showers, followed by thunder, striking Patience in me.

Finally, it rains for days and nights, cooling the sweat off my brows.

After a few days of Perseverance, I witness the sprouts of Dreams, opening their praying hands to

the open sky and breathing the air of Change.

I witness their joyful growth. From small, fragile infants to green, serene floaters. They sway

together in the breeze of Progress. I sway with them in gratitude.

My black eyes awaiting to witness the feast of colours, see the first buds of my Dreams. They need

to be protected. Protected from the fears of my Failure.

Not long before, the flowers are in full bloom, brimming with colour and aroma. Tears of joy trickle

down my cheeks, falling on those petals of my dreams. I can see them ready, bosoms filled with

seeds of my Future, ready to fruit my Dreams.

As the sun goes up and down the horizon, my flowers shed their petals, to solid fruits. The coloured,

shiny fruits of Success.

Now the goodwill of the universe, breaks my fruit of Success to sow more seeds and thereby make a

farm of happiness. Now I have become a Farmer, a Dream Farmer.

By Keerthana BS