Inspired by a haiku written by JannaTWrites > Nature – Haiku
Sorrel thrived in the city rubbish dump.
The kind woman, taking pity, uprooted and brought him home. She cleaned and trimmed, and removed the parasites that infested him. She placed Sorrel near the window, so that nourishing sunlight bathed him. Besides a clean soft bed, she fed him all sorts of nutrients which modern science had birthed.
However, after a week, Sorrel fell ill. He shrivelled and withered. No matter what the woman tried, Sorrel’s condition worsened.
Finally, he bent down in death.
“I wonder whether I should have simply left you in the rubbish dump,” whispered the woman, as she pulled out the dead plant and tossed it into a rubbish bin.
Sorrel – A boy’s name but also a vegetable, eaten in soups, sauces and salads.
Notice, how some plants sprout spontaneously in the wild. Yet, even when nurtured with care in our gardens and flowerpots, they wither and die.
____________ Copyright @ Eric Alagan, 2014 ____________
There’s a great lesson in this, no?
Certainly, Celestine – and to each, her/his own 🙂
Perfect Aesopian euphemism. Nice work Eric.
Thank you for your visit and a bigger thank you, for your kind words.
As I walk down the pavement, I can’t help noticing all those bright drag marks on the dark stones. Heavy anchors, tearing sacks – plodders leaning forward ahead of me.
I want to help but many fear to let go – of their heavy anchor-laden sacks.
Choices, choices, choices!!!
Now, there we have three choices 🙂
You’re pretty good at this – but then again, it’s no wonder and I love reading your posts.