not quitting the early morn...

'I can quit my day job any day
but can't quit my early morning one...'
he thought
as he stopped at the site...
saplings being planted in perfect rows and lines
and columns being raised
one by one...

'Celebrate life'
Said the architect
and he thought
he was going absolutely by his dictates...

the birth of trees...
from birch to peach
and those round shaped leafy ones
light green and the pond with swans...
he gets the godly chance
to see them all arrive
because of his early morning job
of a man celebrating life...
and he is a scribe
too...

'what a wonder...
to be
an architect...a scribe
and also a celebrator
of life...
and I can quit my day job
but how can I
cease to be a scribe?
for that will turn everything so meaningless...
for that will make shabby the white dress
and...
i would then lose the simple faces of people...
people who talk their heart out
bringing their best out...
people...so varied and good
no doubt...'

only this morn
when he was again all alone
to devote his mind to work
and soul to God
and a bit of contemplation
he had struck a conversation
with a man
an early riser like him
for his morning job...

the man...
he had looked at him
and he smiled and asked him
to 'go slow...'

'take me for example...'
the man like a revelation
by God started...

'i am into it since i had been
a boy...
young
with dreams since then i toyed...
my father brought me here...
and see...
i am old now
but i have so far made it fair...
can't move fast...
but there's no need to...
i think by going slow
one gets dreams too...'

he had smiled
hearing the old man wise...
saying these to him
today at early morning...


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