The Journey: From Egg to Sky

Come closer, Little Grasshopper dear,

Let me whisper truths into your ear.

Your journey’s just begun today,

And life will shape you in its way.

You started once, so soft, so still,

An egg beneath the grass-covered hill.

Just like a child in cradle tight,

Dreaming in silence, far from light.

“Be patient,” I said, “the world will wait.

Even small lives have a mighty fate.”

In stillness, strength begins to grow,

The roots of self start deep below.

Then came the nymph—you found your feet,

Tiny leaps through earth’s heartbeat.

Like childhood days, so full of play,

Each sunrise brought a brand new way.

Yet winds would whip and shadows loom,

A tiny life, escaping gloom.

"Keep leaping!" I urged, "with all your might,

Even in the deepest, darkest night."

You danced in dew, you chased the breeze,

You fell, you rose, with grass-stained knees.

“Fall as much as you must,” I said,

“Each stumble moves you far ahead.

But know this, dear, when doubts take hold,

And tales of giants make you cold—

The strength you seek is deep inside,

A current where your courage hides.”

With every molt, your shell grew tight,

You cracked it off, reached for the light.

Like growing minds that stretch and strive,

You shed old fears to feel alive.

Teenage leaps, wild and wide,

Learning who you are inside.

Voices told you, “Stay in line,”

But your rhythm beat in its own time.

You faced the storm, the hungry eye,

And learned to trust your silent cry—

That small can fight, and brief can soar,

And peace awaits beyond the roar.

And then, at last, wings unfurled—

You stood, a grasshopper in the world.

Like grown-up hearts that learn to see,

Life’s not just flight—it’s memory.

Now, though scars might mark your shell,

From battles fought and stories to tell,

You carry not just strength you've gained,

But wisdom from the struggles reigned.

Now you leap, not just for fun,

But for purpose, under sun.

And one day too, you'll find a seed,

To teach the next who learns to read.

Tell them this—what I tell you now:

That time is short, so take your bow.

Live with wonder, leap with grace,

Leave kindness in your hopping trace.

For every challenge, great and small,

Makes you stronger, standing tall.

The truest victory, you will find,

Is peace of heart and peace of mind.

For we are more than leg or wing—

We are the songs the grasses sing.

And every leap, from low to high,

Is part of life, from egg to sky.