Failures are the rungs of the ladder of success

Every effort even if aborted  takes you closer

To the elusive goal quested and desired

Like the spider that spins its vast gossamer web

In the solitude of deserted corridors

After repeated efforts to climb slippery walls

Or the stream that cuts a path through

The surface of harsh unyielding rocks

Every time you fall brings you a little closer

To the moment you’ll rise and touch the zenith

The little woodpecker builds a cavern  in tough oak trunk

Meditating storks catch fishes swimming in the river

The farmer with his sweaty brow yields rich harvest

Sculptor creates an idol of exquisite after breaking

A multitude of moulds not carved to satisfaction

Perfection demands endless array of efforts

Key to success lies in perseverance…