Humility

As I look around me, I constantly see that we as humans are greedy beyond compare and don't seem to have a sense of humility, so through this poem I let nature teach us a lesson, like it always does, about the same.

As the leaves rustle and silently stare,

The bird watches with extreme care,

The diligent beaver sets to work,

As the ferocious lion starts to lurk.

So as I walk down this muddy trail,

The grey clouds soaring at my tale,

I come to think a thought,

Why can't we be happy with what we've got?

The leaves are content with their share of sunlight,

To get more they don't seem to quarrel and fight,

They don't steal food for them to feed,

They aren't trapped in a world of constant greed.

So as I walk down this muddy trail,

The grey clouds soaring at my tale,

I think, why can't we be like a simple leave?

Then we won't have to mourn and grieve.

The bird is satisfied by its home,

It doesn't feel the need to roam,

It doesn't need luxury or anything more,

It is happy and ready to soar.

So as I walk down this muddy trail,

The grey clouds soaring at my tale,

I think, Why can't we be happy like the flying bird?

Why do we have to blindly follow the herd?

The beaver works hard day and night,

Through black darkness and shining light,

Yet it doesn't seek a position of power,

A seat atop the castle tower.

So as I walk down this muddy trail,

The grey clouds soaring at my tale,

I think, why can't we be diligent like the beaver,

And not fall for the 'hubris' fever.

The lion is the king of the jungle, true,

But is satisfied by a meal or two.

He kills to survive and nothing more,

And truly has a noble roar.

So as I walk down this muddy trail,

The grey clouds soaring at my tale, 

I think, why can't we be satisfied like the lion,

Not search for gold when we already have iron.

We are the most beastly of them all,

Insatiable creatures who tend to fall,

Lost in a world of the hip and pretty,

We forget one word, 'HUMILITY.'

As the leaves rustle and silently stare,

The bird watches with extreme care,

The diligent beaver sets to work,

As the ferocious lion starts to lurk.

So as I walk down this muddy trail,

The grey clouds soaring at my tale,

I come to think a thought,

Why can't we be happy with what we've got?

Chumbak A-Z

This poem is slightly different, it narrates a funny tale in alphabetical order.

A-reeeee! come around everyone to here this story.

B-e dazzled by Chumbak, the elephant's glory.

C-urious, aren't you to hear about this unique creature.

D-ont't worry I shall tell every feature.

E-very day he trots along.

F-unnily singing a traditional song.

G-ee doesn't he know that he has a terrible voice.

H-e scares away life with his song choice.

I-It is known that he tends to show off quite a lot.

J-ust watch him boast about what he just bought.

K-ohinoor like diamonds plus this and that.

L-ouis Vitton bags and a Jordan hat.

M-y God he wears Armaani and Tommy Hilfiger too.

N-othing is enough for Chumbak and his crew.

O-h how could I forget the Ray Ban sunglasses.

P-lus the fine china and expensive play passes.

Q-uite a task it is to please him.

R-ight away he wants the newest phone with a sim.

S-unscreen must be the finest, only imported will do.

T-he house must be the biggest, for Chumbak and his crew.

U-ltimately he gets tired and goes to sleep at night.

V-ery quietly we must pass or he'll get up and fight.

W-ell that's all I know of this creature,

X-Xyz of every single feature.

Y-ou must be wondering if there will be more.

Z-ealous I am to narrate more folklore.