The Monkey Song

We were clever

And young

Smart

And strong.

Mischievous

And cunning

Bright

And uptight.

Jumping around

One tree

To another

Like a bunch of rowdies.

Just separated

From the mother’s back

Excited and wild

By the nature’s call.

We slipped

We fell

We climbed

We jumped.

Against gravity

Which attracts us down

In the nature of our body

Which is to jump and fly.

Mother away

We swayed

To the nature’s call

Our second teacher.

The tree pushed us

Dropped us

Hit us

And hurt us.

To teach us

To live

To face dangers

And to embark a new journey.

Not kind as our mother

But stricter than our father

It taught us lessons

Without pamper.

Its slap

Harder than our friends

That we earned

When we played foul.

Yet its speech

Softer than ours

The mother of all

Even our parents.

We kicked it

When angry

Got bruised ourselves

For she was hard.

Harder than nut

Crankier than brother

She held us

Like a predator on its prey.

Whacked us with a stick

Punished us with a prick

The hardest branch

Was her strongest instrument.

Gave us food

With lot of love

But when discarded

Turned us upside down.

Complained to mother

She gave not a hear

Were we her dear

We really wondered.

She heard of it

We went pale

Whacked us soft

Felt like nail.

We grew on her

With pain and fun

Loving us

Like her children.

Taught by the nature

The ways of life

We grew strong

And wise and bright.

And those beatings

Washed away

The pain of it

Drowned away.

Now that we stood

Strong and tall

Those lessons were handy

To be kept forever.

We thanked not one

But two

For preaching us

The way they did.

For now we knew why

She gave not a hear

And that we were her dear

By paving the way all clear.