Little Steps

In all you do, try little bits
Tiny bits but try
In all you do, move little steps
Tiny steps but move
In all you do, sweat little drops
Tiny drops but sweat
In all you do, pray little words
Tiny words but pray
In all you do climb little heights
Tiny heights, but climb.

It could be tough, sometimes rough
Trying never hurts, a little here and there
Adds up to the mountain top
The best crop starts from a little seed
Planted and nurtured in love
No matter how long it takes
Tick at it and track the ticks
All the seconds will eventually add up to an hour

Discovery is the art of recovery
By the seashore, all we do is pick shells
Different shapes, but differing stories
They once lived, their story lives on
To be cherished and admired
We all hope that after life we'll not be a shell
But a life full of vigor and vitality
Never one under the Bushel.

I swing to the pangs of pain
The realities of disappointments
The reinforcement of a better future
The magnificence of splendors to come
It might be a long way off
It will soon be a day off
Just a step away from the revered prize.

Life is fulfilled with trophies
The landscape is often dotted with folly
Just keep moving and giving
The winds will always be behind your wings
Arriving at destinations yet unknown

To the right or the left
Backwards or forwards
The directions, really meets up to the path
Laced with prizes not yet claimed
Sometimes, I stand and stare and wonder
At the awesome power of movement.

By Muyiwa Babalola