CYDF Newsletter, Vol.2, Issue 1, 2007 August 2008 - Calantas ...

♦♦V OLUME 2, ISSUE 1Time To Blossom♦ A seed is planted. It is watered and cared for and warmed by the womb of the soiland the rays of the bright smiling sun. A pop comes from the seed and out comes ababy seedling. A scrunched frown on its face as the sun grins down, the little one opensone eye and blinks to take in the fatherly warmth of the sun. A cooling breeze comesand sooths its worries. Mother Nature comforts it with its soft melodies playing in thespringtime air. The little one looks around, curious of its surroundings. Little creaturescome and greet their newly addition to the family. Finally, after three long weeks in thetummy of the soil, the baby seedling has decided to come out and play with the rest ofthe children. The little creatures introduce themselves to the new seedling and theyenjoy each other’s company as the elders watch and bathe in the laughter of theirRita II N. Mendoza products. Night comes and all of the world drowses to sleep. Baby seedling yawns itsyawn and drifts to la la land. Weeks later, as it seems like years, baby seedling hasgrown taller with the help of father sun and Mother Nature. Baby seedling is now a beautiful plant that is almostthree feet tall. Dark green leaves with a texture so soft yet so dangerous if treated wrongly. Stems that branch fromits backbone filled with buds of incoming life forms.There are many kinds of seeds in the world. Each one is different and special in their own way. Just like we peopleare different and yet special in our own little way. Though different, all living things live a walk a path very similarto one another. Each seed goes through a process that we like to call “life”. Each life is a new adventure set out infront of it, waiting to be explored and known about. The seed is planted and taken care of by Mother Nature andthose who feel the need to help the little baby seed to grow. It is watered, it is cradled in the womb of the soil, thesun shines its warming rays to guide the dear seed. The seed then pops out of its shell and out comes a sprout ofnew beginnings, new adventures, more stories to tell. We begin in the womb of our mothers that is our home for afew months, a home we know not much of but one that is warm. We come out when the time is right and we crybecause we miss our old homes. The homes we have grown out of. Here, we are born into a new dimension.A tree has a fence around it. This tree is you. The fence is your parents. You are safe. The fence, your parents,protects you, the tree. Wind sometimes comes and blows at you, leaves, knocking some down, hurting you, yetsome heal them by letting your leaves flow, your personality fly. A rain sets in and you’re showered in endlesstears. Endless until they stop with some sunlight to brighten your day, a friend. A friend will always be there, inyour heart. You know they will come and even shoo away the hurting drops of the world. The fence is still strong,still helping you upright. Helping you go on with a push, guiding you still. You stay up alive and proud, forgettingthe small ones below as you rise to the top. The small ones seem to get smaller every inch you grow up, and up.You don’t know if your friends are your friends because they like you or because they want to be like you. Youlook around you and wonder why everything is changing. The winds are different, your friends change. The sungives you rays of light; it could help you or hurt you. Chirping critters nest in your branches, helping them keepalive as your parents have helped you. A motherly figure you have become, tall and strong, keeping thoseunwanted away, holding those who mean most to you. After what seems like forever has gone by, the once inferiorfence that held you up through all those times has slowly fallen away. Soon, it disappears. Your parents have goneaway and cannot come back. Only in the memories stored away deep in the branches of your heart can you bringrealization that nothing lasts forever and that cherishing everything you have is what you have to do in life. Askingfor more than you need is unnecessary so we must learn nothing stays forever. Leaves tumble down with the windand to the ground. Only time will show when things will happen. Live life to the fullest!A seed from a packet, planted in the groundPat it down nicely, spraying water aroundRays of the sun to give a little pushSome nesting underground, a pinch in the tushYears go by, a tree has grownBranches of wonders, leaves of adventuresA quilt of stories is sown.p13♦All of a beginning of something waiting to blossom into something more than you will ever know. Newbeginnings, a new story waiting to be unfolded. A curious start as we grow into beautiful flowers that will becherished in the future.Visit our website at: www.cydf821philippines.com for more information