A Picture is Worth aThousand Words / #pic1000/#freewritwrs

The picture represent a dramatic scene with black and pale clouds looming in the background. With a man threatening to unleash a storm in the foreground. He stands tall, holding three sticks in his hands. As he blows the three sticks, fire begins, and a small flame begins to grow bigger. He is focused, his eyes fixed on the growing fire.

This dark clouds depicts disorder, trouble, uncertainty, labour, harassments, disturbances and/or adversity, but the man's actions symbolize resilience, determination and not giving up mindset. Despite the terrifying surroundings, he finds a way to create or ignite light and warmth. The three sticks can signify these three aspects of life: physical, emotional, and spiritual. By generating or igniting fire, the man harmonizes these elements, trying to find solutions to challenges and to find balance in the midst of chaos.

By putting on of siglet and not putting on of corporate wears points to his understanding of how to let go of many good things but can stop us from progressing as a result of one thing or the other until we gain ground or balance before making used of those good thing.

I felt terrified, but encouraged by the presences of light which brings confidence.

Here's a poem inspired by this picture:

In the midst of tempest's darkening shade,
A man stands, not giving up and unafraid.
With sticks in his hands, he compose might,
And sparks ignite, a beacon in the night.

The clouds and weather conditions turned dark ,
But he, undaunted, sees his fire through.
Three sticks, a trinity of old,
Unite to kindle warmth, and light giving clarity to confusion, astory unfold.

In turbulent skies, he finds his peace,
A flame that flickers, yet never ceases.
A symbol of hope, in darkness shines,
Guiding us through life's turbulent shrines.

With every spark, a light takes hold,
Illuminating paths, young and old.
Through trials and strife, we find our way,
And in the fire, a brighter dawn of day.

The man, a master of his fate,
Weaves magic with each stick's create.
A dance of flames, a symphony plays,
As darkness yields to light's triumphant sway.

In this picture, we find a truth profound,
That even in turmoil, light can be found.
For in the heart of darkness, a spark remains,
Guiding us forward, through life's joys and pains.

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