WILL

by Jaqueline Arroyo Hernández

We can only go far in life if we cultivate our willpower every day. This way determination and tenacity will help us reach our most ambitious goals.

“There is a driving force more powerful than steam, electricity and atomic energy: the will”.

Having will means being able to decide freely what you want and what you do not want.

Willpower makes nothing impossible if determination is indomitable. We are capable of developing the awareness to accept our own responsibilities and even our limits.

It is the inner force that makes self-control possible, granting real dimension to things and encouraging us in the adversity. Doing things not to take certain advantages, but because we want, without rewards, without acknowledgement, just because it is a pure will.

A Seed

by William Allingham

See how a Seed, which Autumn flung down, And through the Winter neglected lay, Uncoils two little green leaves and two brown, With tiny root taking hold on the clay

As, lifting and strengthening day by day, It pushes red branchless, sprouts new leaves, And cell after cell the Power in it weaves

Out of the storehouse of soil and clime,

To fashion a Tree in due course of time; Tree with rough bark and boughs’ expansion, Where the Crow can build his mansion,

Or a Man, in some new May,

Lie under whispering leaves and say,

“Are the ills of one’s life so very bad

When a Green Tree makes me deliciously glad?” As I do now. But where shall I be

When this little Seed is a tall green Tree?

The Flowers by Aldous Leonard

Huxley

Day after day, At spring’s return, I watch my flowers, how they burn Their lives away.

The candle crocus And daffodil gold

Drink fire of the sunshine-Quickly cold.

And the proud tulip-How red he glows!-Is quenched ere summer Can kindle the rose.

Purple as the innermost Core of a sinking flame, Deep in the leaves the violets smoulder

To the dust whence they came.

Day after day

At spring’s return, I watch my flowers, how they burn Their lives away, Day after day ...

The Blossom by William Blake

Merry, merry sparrow!

Under leaves so green A happy blossom

Sees you, swift as arrow, Seek your cradle narrow, Near my bosom.

Pretty, pretty robin!

Under leaves so green

A happy blossom

Hears you sobbing, sobbing, Pretty, pretty robin, Near my bosom.

Source: public-domain-poetry.com