What shall I offer you in return for your favor?
For giving me the opportunity to bloom in the winter despite your demeanour?
You gave me life,
You gave me my first breath,
My first ray of sight,
My first touch,
My first feel,
My first sensation towards being alive.
I cannot give you anything.
I will not give you nothing.
I have grown from you,
I am your fruit,
I will fall to ground,
And from me will spring a thousand you.
Hardik Vaidya
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-creator-2/
